Love is complicated and uncontrollable and easily misunderstood. You never know when it will strike. You probably thought it was yucky when you were a kid — but then a few years later, maybe you found yourself head over heels, swooning. You have to nurture it, grow it, explore the world with your love! Love is grand and difficult, all at once. My love, in this particular case, is for black licorice. It is not a flavour for which many people harbour any affection.