Don't Tempt Me | Destiel Greaser AU

What is Love?

What is love?

Love is an abstract noun, an idea, a quality, or that of a state. Something not concrete, something you can't see. You can ask someone to name something or someone that they love and they answer with ease, but yet when you ask them to define love it's near to impossible to encompass it all. Love is a broad subject, something that no one can really cover totally.

Is it that warm feeling when someone says they care about you or the tingle in your stomach when someone looks at you in that way? Is it that heavy weight in your chest when you miss someone? Is it that quickened breath when your chest to chest with someone? That one thing you adore to do and want to spend the rest of your life doing?

What is it?

Some people might say it's an intense like, it's all biological. Your heart may race or you may sweat or your chest might swell with that heat. But how can it be that simple? Love is far more discussed and popular than hate for example.

Hate is just a term, far easier to describe. It's that racing heart, an angry sweat, that heat in your chest. So isn't it the same? Fine line between love and hate. If that's so, then why have different names for it. Are they just intense passions that result in slightly different outcomes. If that's so, then why is love so all conquering and so hard to describe.

So many things are under the umbrella of love it's hard to cover it all. So maybe hate is just a branch of passion and love is a bigger limb of the same. Something bigger and harder to comprehend. So cut it down and strip it into emotions.

If love is a positive stem of passion and hate is negative, then why can they both hurt? What of those whose hate turns to love? In both we feel the burn of emotions we cannot explain. And if love is so powerful, why does it hurt so badly like hate does?

Shouldn't they be equal?

How can we adapt into life without questioning this? We grow and are taught all these things and yet no one teaches us how to love. They all just expect you to figure it out along the way.

How do you love?

What's right and what's wrong?

Which is love and which is hate?

How can we so readily accept that others teach us to love when they learned from others themselves? So maybe that pain from love is supposed to condition us into learning what love is and how to love. Pain is the most powerful motivation.

That heartbreak is just experience on the bulletin board that we can pin as a remember to save it in the pockets of our mind.

Fine then.

Love is love and you have to learn to fend for yourself. Some love is wrong and some isn't and only you may determine this, though others may not like it.

How can we learn from others and yet still feel that it's not the right thing in ourselves?

Love is not fair.

So why did I have to fall victim to this injustice?