What is love?
I wonder this. Is overwhelming passion for another person nothing more than chemicals and reactions crossing through frames of mind as biological desires take over? Is love an intangible spirit possessing my entire existence, seeping through the faults of my emotions, and staining my soul dedicated? I wonder sometimes what sets the reaction of love off in me. I think about what it is that ignites the questions I pose while interrogating my own lust…I mean love.
What is the difference between love and being in love?
Love you feel. In love you are.
Do I love?
How can I ever be certain if what I think I feel is actually love? Sometimes I don’t even think a person like me is capable of intimately caring about anything besides my own well being. But then, just as I give up on that which I secretly need, a rush of enlightenment reveals to my imagination that positively, I can and do love.
Have I ever been in love?
I know I’ve loved before because I have felt it. I also know that I have never really been in love before because the feeling I had when I thought I was is no longer present. Miscalculations I guess. Mixing chemicals can be dangerous and may lead to severe intoxication. I had the wrong formula the entire time. No, I have never really, truly been in love.
Can I be loved?
Will I ever find that special someone to tolerate all that I am? I am a lot! Sometimes I think I might be too much. Sometimes I think I will always be alone. I don’t want just anyone to want me. Not those guys that hang around me, wondering what I am and how to get me, acting as if I’m like other typical girls. These guys can’t love me. But still I hear a little voice, and I can’t control it, that talks me into believing, eventually, I will find this elusive love.
Will I allow it?
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