Love, part IV

Love is a mysterious thing. We know so little of it, yet we seek it so much it is not even amusing anymore. To love doesn't mean to be loved. Love may be completely one-sided, with the one loved not even knowing of it. Sometimes to love means to let go. There are so many different ways of showing love to someone. Thus we are easily confused on the field of love, as we can be unprepared for the methods one shows, and the depths love can reach. Love can drive a person to utter madness and obsession, and it can give someone the motivation to perform miracles. As someone has said: "Love is powerful. True love, that's life itself."

Love, part III

Love is blind, they say. Why so? Because love has no restriction on who is the one loved. Appearance, personality, financial situation, none of them really matter when the question is could someone fall for said person. Not even gender is a limiting factor. Love is blind, for it can not see and thus make assumptions. In this case it is a notable advantage in making sure everyone has love. In most societies, great differences in age are frowned upon in a relationship, as are same-sex couples. If love is true, these things do not matter. Love ingores each and every stereotype in existance.

Love, continued

In my opinion, love is a level of affection a being has for another. It is so high a level that it has become a completely new emotion. To love someone, is to feel love toward said being. When one is truly in love, they want that someone to be happy, safe and well, even at the cost of their own wellbeing, happiness or even life. To love is not to desire, as that would fall within the parameters of lust, which is not even near the purest of emotions, unlike love. But, love and lust don't clash as both emotions can target the same person. But if the one loved does not return said affection, it can cause an enormous amount of emotional pain and damage, sometimes even actual trauma. But love prevents a person from actively and consciously harming another, as it would pain them notably, sometimes even more than the amount of suffering caused by the one in love. Sometimes, to love, means to let go.

Love

Love is such a fascinating concept. It is, yet it is not. What is love? What does it mean to love? Why do we love? So many questions, yet no definite answers.