There's something about a woman's love.

There truly is something about a woman’s love that is so beautiful and so pure. So rich in innocence and wonder. So alive and true.

There’s something about a woman’s love that is so disarming.

To the fire within a man and his lust for adventure and the line. That love is something we so desperately desire. So desperately need. It’s the balance to our chaos. The salvation that keeps us alive in our pursuit. The magic spell that pulls us back home despite our greatest ambitions. Despite our deepest darkness.

That darkness is a magic spell also.

There’s something about a woman’s love that is so beautiful… That we try to burn it all down. To destroy it with all of our might. To run from it’s perfect warmth, out into the desolate cold. To hide from it’s shining light, as you retreat into the shadows once again.

There’s something about a woman’s love that leaves you no question that it’s everything you want.

Everything you need.

And everything you fear.