Sometimes I really believe it's love that makes the world go round.

Well... love, the possibility of it, and the pain when it ends.

The possibility get's us up and out into the world...

Love itself drives us to do the things we do,

whether it makes us proud or not...

And at some point after losing love and stuffing our face with ice cream,

while watching 'Breakfast at Tiffanys' twenty times in a row,

it drives us to get out and show that person what they missed.