The demon we all seek... love.
Why is it that... word?
We can't live without it.
It's our life.
Soul.
Air.
It doesn't matter what you are. It matters what you look like... they don't suppose. But, they supposed wrongly. That's all they care about... looks. What people call "love" is the equivalence of a person's appearance. Why don't you love someone for who they are? Forgive the people who aren't "beautiful" because they are the only beauty in life. They don't want looks - they want the personality of someone because that's what makes them who or what they are.
(For the people who love.)
