You know when you love someone, but you never know how much until it's too late. It's a cruel and unpredictable mistress, yet we are tied to it. Love is the single constant in the world in which everyone lives for. Love for a partner, a sibling, a country, a belief, whatever the cause, it exists because we believe in it. You can believe in it in whatever way you want. Love is independent; it doesn't mean happiness, sadness, pride or guilt. Money can't buy it, man can't bottle it. Deep down in your heart and soul, you know what makes you love, in ways which are different to everyone, but which all hold the same significance.