love is an emotion that is wanted by all, yet feared by most.
it is feared because while it can cause a human to experience the most wonderful and raw of things - emotion, safety, hugs, kisses, sex, the list goes on - eventually, there is a stopping point. there is a point, caused by either death or destruction which tears the love from a person's life.
for instance, a person may die. suddenly. there is no telling when it could happen, and also nothing to stop it. death creeps up on us. everyone who loved that person, will be hurt in some way. for instance, the manner in which they died, the memories, the things they used to do, and so on.
the destruction can be caused by volatile anger, another person, sadness, loss, neglect, and the list goes on. the destruction can, at times be more painful than a death. that person may still be in your life. you may still love them. and because of the destruction, you see them loving other people, with nothing on your mind but the thoughts of what could've been.
love is a beautiful emotion. when administered right, it can heal all wounds, restore all happiness and light, and can build a person into who they are supposed to be. but when administered wrong, the hurt causes humans to fear it.
the hurt associated by love is one not dulled by drinking, or distractions. the only cute for heartache is to stop thinking of it. to completely block out that side of your life. that, alone is so, so painful.
love is a beautiful thing, but it is a rose. and every rose has thorns. the thorns protect it from falling into the wrong hands or for people holding on too tightly. but the beauty captivates every eye who beholds it. love is a blessing and a curse, and it is all circumstantial.
