If love were a branded product with a recognizable logo like a face wash or cereal it would quickly become a common household item. Love would have no personality or depth and surely like all other modern conveniences would become another meaningless thing that sits in your medicine cabinet, behind the mirror you gaze into wondering what your life lacks. The most commonly found brand of love would not be the more expensive double quilted soft and none abrasive love, but the cheap dollar brand that rubs you raw and makes you wonder why you put yourself through such pain just to clean yourself of your own filth.
You speak to familiar souls that understand, but could never really understand your plight. Having deep connections in the love seen behind their eyes when laughter becomes your meeting place is the love that is homemade; Homemade with all of its imperfections. You don’t always know how it may feel but it’s the idea that keeps you clean by knowing that even if the love you make isn’t as perfect as the artificial kind it is still your hands that created something useful.