That's life.

Love. Even the way it looks is ugly. Love. My teacher always said, that if a word has an 'e' at the end, it made the previous vowel in that word sound the way you say that letter in capital form. That would make an 'o' sound like 'oh', making the word love sound like loathe, the word that means the complete opposite to love in all its entirety. So why is it, that the human race is still in a constant battle of deciding whether the person we loathe, is actually the person we love?

Love. It's meant to be the easiest thing in the world, and yet it remains the hardest thing to concer and even more so, the hardest thing to maintain. It messes people up. Everything they knew suddenly goes out the window. And for what? A person who will eventually break their heart. No relationship lasts forever. Nobody stays in love. Not forever.

I don't see love like everyone else. I don't see how a person can suddenly hate a person who they claimed to have loved a few days earlier. Doesn't that just defeat the point of it all? How can a person describe love as a beautiful and limitless gift, and yet so easily break a persons heart? How can a person preache that love is precious, and then slam on same sex marraige, saying it's disgusting?

Love. It's just four letters squished together to form a word that people can use to label a relationship in hope that it will somehow give it a meaning. The best definition I have ever heard to define love, is that it's natures way of tricking us into reproducing. And that's true really. That's all it is. A way to keep the human race going, and ensuring our offspring is cared for so they can reproduce too.

Sweaty palms, and heart racing? That's not love, that's like.

Can't keep your eyes or hands off them? Lust.

Proud and eager to show them off? Luck.

You want them because you know they are there? Loneliness.

Are you there because that's what everybody wants? Loyalty.

Do you stay for their confessions of love because you don't want to hurt them? Pity.

Are you willing to give up all of your favourite things for their sake? Charity.

Are you there because the kissed you or held our hand? Unconfident.

Do you pardon their faults because you care for them? Friendship.

Do you tell them everyday that they are the only you think of? That's not love, that's lies.

Love. All it does is make people go into deep depression. You constantly see things over the internet, telling us the story of how a young girl killed herself because she was told by the person she loved that she wasn't beautiful, or he didn't love her back. That's love? Loving a person who doesn't love you back to the point that you are willing to take your own life for them? Nothing is worth that. But that's love right?

Pointless.

It makes me laugh to see how caught up people can get in the fantasy that is love. How much they are willing to change about themselves just to be able to say that have been in love. But what does that even mean? To be 'in' love? Love is suppose to be an emotion, and yet people don't say "I'm in happy" or "in sad". How can you be 'in' an emotion? It doesn't make sense. And yet people are willing to change themselves to be 'in' love. They change the way they dress, the way they act, the way they look, the things they watch on TV, the things they do in their free time. To experience love, people become fake. Fake to their real selves. And yet they do at will, with such ease. Some people waste their whole lives searching for 'the one', but never find them. I wonder why. Perhaps because they very thing they are looking for is the very thing that is completely overrated and only a word that is overused by the human race.

What even is the purpose of love? What does it lead to? Marraige. A civil ceremony that unites two people and their families together in a loving atmosphere? Or a piece of paper that reinforces the fact that it is seen as immoral to go around sleeping with other people whilst in a relationship. All this whilst the government gain money and respect by enforcing the idea that marraige creates a steady home for children to grow up in, even though it is those very same people who are constantly making it easy and more acceptable to get a divorce, once again causing more depression and disappointment. That's what divorce does. That's why it's there. It's basically telling you you can do better, that you've settled, which, again, completely goes against the moral being that we call love.

Love.

Pointless.