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What is love, anyway? -- Howard Jones
Love is a great many things... most of all I don't believe it can be defined. It is like a slippery, wriggling eel that you just can't control. It is ineffible.
One moment, love is the thing that makes your heart pound with yearning... the next it is causing a painful constriction that leads to a build up of acid in your veins...
Love is selfless... nothing wrong with that, per se. But when it is unrequited... it brings on heaps of pain.
When love is returned by the person you love... there is nothing like it. It is a rolling kaleidescope of emotion, physical joy, lust, passion that, simply put... rocks your world.
This isn't to say that love will always be this way. Over time, love changes (Christ can you imagine what it would be like to live as in the above paragraph?). It mellows, grows deeper, stronger, more intense. And yet, while it is stronger you are at even greater risk of having your heart ripped out. That is the beauty of it... the more you give (and get) the more risk there is and the more risk the greater the love.
Those who are unwilling to take the risk will, sadly never know.
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"My hands are on fire. Hands are on fire. Ain't got no more time for all you charlatans and liars."
- Old Man Luedecke
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