Dark yet not 2: Love Book

Fondness and disinclination

A/N: (Def: Disinclination in this context is basically a lack of enthusiasm) A series of questions. Take your time and think about it.

 Does love come and attach itself to the ones it deems worthy? Or doesn't it?

Does love need to be so sadistic?

Or are the loving words and feelings we express only blinding our senses to the actual scars on the surface?

Does love wound its victims without them knowing it?

Or does love make us an addict to the pain?

Why is love so abstract? So firm in existence but so difficult to grasp at. Grabbing at a ghost that still appears in your life and still trying to convince yourself  that it's perfectly normal that you keep trying.

Does love break us? Or are we too blind to see further than what it's feeding us?

Are we really in any way strong enough to love? Or do we ride the waves of assumptions thrown at us?

When love leaves the ones it deems worthy, is it a cascade of long and painfully events? Or is it leaves an empty human behind?