Love

It comes from many sources, but the one I covet the most is the one that two strangers happen upon and are swept away by. Why? Because there are no genetic predispositions or built-in bonds of affection. Because it is a matter of choice, right up until it is no longer a matter of choice but a matter of 'need'. To choose to need. This is the pinnacle of Love, because it exposes one to a risk that was not there in the past, need not be here in the present, and may be there in the future: To lose the one you need. What greater risk than to lose the one you love, the one you need? Perhaps, a better question: What greater risk than to not love this way at all?