Torn

Love is a strange thing. It is amorphous. It is a shape-shifter. And it is definitely not one single thing. Love is a whirlwind of feelings and emotions that is never the same, as it moves from one day to another. It’s a gust of wind born when your heart starts beating faster. It starts as a zephyr that wants to move around, picking up somethings and dropping others, as it grows and evolves. Some days it is gentle as a summer breeze and on another it is a hurricane. 

And every once in a while it becomes tornado that rips through lives tearing asunder the very heart that gave birth to it.