The sweetest joy

Love. Love of anything. Love of all things. But the love of that one thing... That one thing that wakes you up at night.  It drives you to be a better man.  It makes you come home on time, and not go out with the boys.  This love will push you past the point of cool.  It will force you to choose and then make you realize that you never really had a choice.  The love that requires constant attention.  It needs you and you need it.  The love you would die, live and kill for.  There is no you without it.  A love that conquers your fears and terrifies you at the same time.  The love of another or that one thing.  A want that manifests itself into an obsession.  That lovely burden that is only truly appreciated in its absence.  That thing that answers the why's.  It knows you and you know it.  The love of life, of sport, of passion, of winning. The love of her. The love of you.  The love we shared.  The love we lost.  The love of things to come and all that has ever been.  You do not choose it, no it chooses you.  That love in return.  It forces you to leap and embrace the fall. The love that alleviates doubt and creates suspicion.  LOVE.   It's summer days, frigid winters, and the hope of spring.  It is the joy of pain and happiness but to most it’s known as the sweetest thing...