The Law of conservation of Love

A hug, then a kiss; that familiar sensation.

My heart skips and my lips tingle.

To kiss you once more would be to walk on the moon.

A hug, such a simple concept, carries more weight than I can fathom

The embrace of dreamers.

Grounded in reality false hopes and expired desires are what we cling to.

It's the law of conservation of mass.

Love, however, is not matter, but to some it does.

Sadder still is the void love leaves behind once it escapes.

Love is the current and heartbreak completes the circuit.

Pain, not love, is the true champion of living.