You know, the whole idea of love, it seems way more complicated than people realise.
It's the most popular thing around.
That, and happiness.
It's so damn important, that even God is love. There thousands of books, probably millions of songs, and just as many poems talking about it. Or about the lack of it.
And no one learns.
Have you ever noticed? It's usually paired up with something less pleasant.
A violent, insane act, an imposition on your life.
You "fell in love."
You are "mad in love."
You had your heart pierced, stabbed, shot and left bleeding.
You don't eat.
You can't sleep.
It's shocking to your very core.
The compass needle is spinning around unable to locate south, as natural laws no longer apply.Your pulse is picking up, the fist-sized ticker is pounding like it would after downing a fresh pot of strong, black, filtered coffee.
There was a before. Now you are in the current, fighting for sanity.
Everything's glimmering, the heavenly lights seduce the eyes, the body gives you a high you didn't ask for. Then your head shuts down, and your heart signs the papers to take the brain off any life support.
So people created romance novels to soften the blow.
But even in those stories there's destruction.
The curious feeling pulverizing perceptions like a sledgehammer shattering a mirror.
It goes like this:
The protagonist is happy, or so they think.
Then someone new appears on the scene.
That someone breaks the world and makes the character reflect on what is.
The hero learns that they aren't happy, sometimes to their own surprise.
They've been suffocating in the stale air of boredom. Drowning in the still sea of mediocrity.
Love isn't safe.
Love shouldn't be safe.
Love pushes who you are to the surface.
Soul's desire forces itself upon the world. The world forces the desire upon the soul.
You can't hide behind logic any longer.
You can't rationalise any of it.
I mean, you try, and try, and try, and the image of that person is still the last thing you see before you open your eyes. They are the last thing on your mind when you let your thoughts run free. Because they are no longer free, bound to this choice masked as fate.
Fate decided for yourself.
By yourself.
It doesn't matter whether you agree or not.
The question is, what are you going to do about it?
