Love... How to define something so complicated, fascinating and that at the same time makes us feel alive? There are those who define it in chemical terms and those who make poetry of it.
Love is inspiration, sometimes even suffering, and everyone wants to live it; most have felt it at some time, but we cannot define it yet.
Someone once said: "where there is love there is life". This is one of the simplest and most realistic definitions of this wonderful and mysterious dimension.
Love, this emotion nourishes the baby that has just been born, it is what makes us grow, what makes us be part of a social group. Love, somehow, places us in the world.
"My love will always be there where you are, every time you remember me, whenever you think about me, in the air that you breathe, each time that you smile, whenever you see our son, I will be there... didn't you forget?
I will love you... forever!"
- Ion Black
"Yes, forever!"
- Irhin Bathory
Have you ever encountered mad love? No, not the kind with butterflies in your belly and a sweet thrill, or even the relationship between two loving hearts. This love is different - it's a poison, it destroys life.
What should you do if the past does not let go? Where can you hide from feelings bordering on mental illness? How do you escape a man who has become your shadow?
No way... It's impossible to escape. It's impossible to hide. Living with it is unbearable.
"You won't be happy with anyone, I won't allow it..."