It was and is a beautiful thing, they just defaced what it should be and made it in to something so...abscent of morals. This tradition, this expression of emotion, outpour of adoration was meant to be so much more than it has been twisted in to. Much like everything in this world, they take it for granted. They begin to misinterpret it. When he touches her skin, he feels satisfied. When she touches him, she feels a release. Although her mind knows he does not love her, for a moment she can believe that perhaps he could. This world has equated Love with physicality. Making love is not longer making love, it is fucking. You are sexually active. You are engaged in sexual intercourse. These words, so bland and meaningless. Of course they have aesthetic meaning but there is nothing below the surface, just the like the lack of emotion you are all facing each and every Saturday night on your couch with a different person. He does not love you. She does not love you. You are users, you are the used. We are the world and we are using each other, allowing ourselves to be ruined both physically and mentally for a moment of bliss that will bring so much sorrow. As she spreads her legs for you, do not forget that when you once touched me, you felt Love. Look in to her eyes and see the cold stare that I see when I look in the mirror, untouched and unfeeling. We are the world and we are using each other. I have been used until I had nothing left to use. She will do the same. We have ruined it all.