I remember I wrote a post a million years ago titled “Love is?”. And I put in a stupid picture or a stupid quote or something like that.
But really, what is love?
It’s just another feeling. A feeling you get when you meet someone attractive. When that feeling gets a little stronger, we say we really like that person. And when the feeling makes us go weak in the knees, we call it love. A feeling that makes us wet thinking about someone is called lust.
And when he dumps you after a year of dating you, the same feeling converts into negative energy and we have hate, another feeling. Or emotion if you prefer.
Or when you miss him and he doesn’t call back, that feeling is called self-loathing. Or when you couldn’t be bothered to move on with your life; depression.
So is that what it is? Love is just another one of a million different feelings? Does love really exist? Are we crazy for being hung up on people? Is there no such thing as love, a temporary feeling that wanders off after a while?