Love is really solid? Does love really need to be solid to have sustance? to mean something? to have value? those are questions i've made to myself for a long time, always wondering why I considered myself so smart about love, yet never felt loved. Now things are clearer: I am loved, and I love too, but how?

To many people, the love is the success in life, and the maximum everyone must dream for. Similarly, everyone think water is life. We are 70% water, and without it, life would never been possible, as the research for life in other planets, but every single one lacking water has shown to us. Maybe, if water is life, and love is life, then love is water? Maybe love isn't solid?

Water just moves around, molds to it's environment, and always finds a way to go on. When we see a single drop of water, in all it's individuality, it's totally insignificant, and means nothing to any of us, as we just move without even caring. However, when 1000 drops of water mesh together, they become something big, something almighty, that we can actually see, feel and presence. As if like a community, every drop becomes important for that mass of water to really make it mean something. A community, totally united, and focused on that union and force is, again, a form of love. So I ask once again, love is water?

But in one point, water always hits a dead end. A point where it can't keep moving on, because a barrier stops it's way. It's retained in one place, no matter what. However, the water keeps moving, while staying in place, it keeps shifting and moving around. Many forces of nature push water constantly, as if it was totally unretainable, but once the drops can't move anymore, and stay in place, the nature does it's work, and morphs them into gas, driving it to the clouds, which will later let the drops fall once again, totally clean, and ready to be part of a community of drops once again. The drops phisically disappear, so they can clean and reshape themselves, before trying once again. Cleaning oneself, and reshaping oneself, before stepping out once again, sounds like an act of love, so, love is water?

And yet, there's something water itself doesn't really do: it doesn't stop moving, ever. When is liquid, water flows around, without direction, without reason, without purpose, where is it going? why is it going? when gas, water flies up to the sky, just to be consumed by clouds, be filtered, and ultimately, returned to their liquid state, and keep going on, gas is just a phase of clean and reshape, but later, water keeps flowing as if nothing happened, why is it that way? why isn't another way? when solid, the water really stays in place, compressed, but slowly melting, so it turns in water once again. Solid water is ice, and ice is the only state of water that isn't really necessary in it's cycle: water can turn into gas from liquid, and viceversa, meanwhile ice can turn in gas, but gas will turn in liquid. The solid state of water in the form of ice, is the only state that has a decision to take: it can become gas or become liquid. Which of both?

Solidness appears to be a state were decisions have to be made. Liquidness appears to be a state were things more through pure flow with ease and smoothness. Gassiness appears to be a state were things just go away, so they can reshape themselves, clean themselves, and go back to where they belong. When water is liquid, it will inevitably turn into gas, as nature itself dictates it should do, but when water is solid, it can decide what to do: it can turn into liquid, and stay in the same place, while just trying to find a way to move forward, or it can become gas, clean itself, and find a new place where to move around. Maybe, just maybe, love is water?

Maybe love always finds a way to keep moving. Maybe it appears when it belongs to something bigger. Maybe it molds to it's environment. Maybe it just goes on, until it can't go anymore, and when it does, it vaporizes, so it can clean itself and begin totally new and renewed. Maybe it sometimes has to be solid, so it can decide what's the next step to take.

Maybe, water is life, maybe, love is life, maybe love is water, and maybe, just maybe... I am water