Love is everything we're not seeing.

Optimism is not inherent. 
It's not cultivated either.
It's situational. 

What's love?

Love is the morning mist romancing with the first rays of sun,
Love is the wind on your early morning run,
Love is the sound of sand under your shoes up a mountains,
Love is the ocean waves sinking your feet into the san,
Love is snow that sticks to the ground, 
Love is a cold nose and warm hands,
Love is the smell of mud when it rains, 
Love is a smile that lasts,
Love is feeling a person even when they are not around, 
Love is to blindly walk on grass not looking for thorns. 

Love is everything we're not seeing.

-Yet Another Thing.