For some love is like a detective game. You go through life with a magnifying glass in your hand, analyzing every person you meet, noticing their every flaw. For love some are those put underneath the magnifier. The ones that try and try to perfect themselves to hide their flaws. For some your not the detective or the suspect. For some your the alliance, you could be the cheater, the other lover, or merely the flower on the wall wishing desperately for the detective to find you. Its like playing clue when your a little kid. Searching for your suspect in the ballroom, the living room, or the dining room. Theres suspects everywhere, just like theres more then one fish in the sea. How do you capture your suspect though. Do you have Kurnel Mustard take them? Do you use a rope? Or do you sit there and let your suspect get away. You get one chance at love with those you meet, if lucky more then one. You never know where your suspect is. You never know what your suspect will do but I guess thats why its called love