Sometimes, love is like a beautiful rainbow, glistening right after the rain. It seems to heal the heart, confuse the mind, and blind the eyes from anything else but the essence of love. But, other times, love is like a knife through the chest. It slices you, it wounds you, it brings a deep pain that cannot be healed easily. It brings out the worst in some. They become enraged, striking fear into those they love, just so they can understand how bad it hurts. Others fall down and collapse, feeling like a shell of the person they used to be. Love can go either way, depending on which two people fall in love. But, it seems that when you find "your future," the love that forms cannot be ended with harsh words and can be easily healed with a gentle kiss. And that, my friends, is the truth (or, at least, my opinion of the truth) about love.