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Love. Many people write about it, many people feel and think they feel it, many people think they know what it is it. What is it, though? Is it caring so much you'd jump in front of a bullet? Is it butterflies in your stomach when you imagine their smile? Is it holding back your tears so you can express your "happiness" for their new relationship? Is it something else, something different? Is it something more or less? Or is it simply a chemical reaction in our brains that we so desperately want to mean something more?

Love is an overused and abused word. You love food, you love red, you love your pet, you love your friends, you love your mom, and you love your spouse. How can you be sure? You can't be and yet so many people out there are willing to lay down their life for love. Love, something so easily broken or twisted. I don't understand why so many people are infatuated with love. It makes no sense.

"It doesn't have to make sense, it's love," you say. I scoff at that argument. Some part of it has to make sense and if nothing does, you're stupid. But then again, that's my answer for every nonsensical thing the human race does: stupidity. Common sense isn't so common anymore. I digress.

Love can bring about happiness, sure, but it also leaves so many people lonely, angry, jealous, and filled with despair. A few days of bliss can leave behind a lifetime of sadness and regret. Why are people willing to risk it? Because you might beat the odds? Because the euphoria, however fleeting, is worth it? I disagree.

"You don't understand because you've never been in love." Hah! What a laugh. That is untrue. Wouldn't have guessed it, would you? I have been in love and been loved, the former lasting longer than the latter. It felt good, sure, but in retrospect, it's not something I want to depend my live on. Not in a million years. Yet, I have friends who live for love and are devastated without it. I just don't understand.

Personally, I could live without the love of another human being. How? Why? I do not need it and animals suffice for unconditional love. I'm talking all emotional here, mind you. So long as you take care of the pet, they will love you. That's good enough for me. I don't need the love of a person to keep me going. It would be nice, sure, but unneeded. Plus, people get in the way of everything. So troublesome. I like being alone, and writing isn't exactly a two person game (role playing excluded).

I won't shoot love down if it comes knocking at my door, but I'm not going to go looking for it like others would. If I'm meant to have it, it's find me. Besides, here's a depressing thought: we all die alone, always. I don't care if you're in a room with a thousand people, you will die alone. Love doesn't matter in the long run.

But hey, don't let me ruin your dreams and aspirations. I am, as I say, a pessimistic optimist. Love is out there, it's just dwindling into meaningless sludge. I may not understand, but the human race is "thriving" by placing meaning on a chemical reaction. Go ahead and keep relying on the fragile emotion, I won't stop you. I just wish we'd open our eyes.

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Love. Many people write about it, many people feel and think they feel it, many people think they know what it is it. What is it, though? Is it caring so much you'd jump in front of a bullet? Is it butterflies in your stomach when you imagine their smile? Is it holding back your tears so you can express your "happiness" for their new relationship? Is it something else, something different? Is it something more or less? Or is it simply a chemical reaction in our brains that we so desperately want to mean something more?

Love is an overused and abused word. You love food, you love red, you love your pet, you love your friends, you love your mom, and you love your spouse. How can you be sure? You can't be and yet so many people out there are willing to lay down their life for love. Love, something so easily broken or twisted. I don't understand why so many people are infatuated with love. It makes no sense.

"It doesn't have to make sense, it's love," you say. I scoff at that argument. Some part of it has to make sense and if nothing does, you're stupid. But then again, that's my answer for every nonsensical thing the human race does: stupidity. Common sense isn't so common anymore. I digress.

Love can bring about happiness, sure, but it also leaves so many people lonely, angry, jealous, and filled with despair. A few days of bliss can leave behind a lifetime of sadness and regret. Why are people willing to risk it? Because you might beat the odds? Because the euphoria, however fleeting, is worth it? I disagree.

"You don't understand because you've never been in love." Hah! What a laugh. That is untrue. Wouldn't have guessed it, would you? I have been in love and been loved, the former lasting longer than the latter. It felt good, sure, but in retrospect, it's not something I want to depend my live on. Not in a million years. Yet, I have friends who live for love and are devastated without it. I just don't understand.

Personally, I could live without the love of another human being. How? Why? I do not need it and animals suffice for unconditional love. I'm talking all emotional here, mind you. So long as you take care of the pet, they will love you. That's good enough for me. I don't need the love of a person to keep me going. It would be nice, sure, but unneeded. Plus, people get in the way of everything. So troublesome. I like being alone, and writing isn't exactly a two person game (role playing excluded).

I won't shoot love down if it comes knocking at my door, but I'm not going to go looking for it like others would. If I'm meant to have it, it's find me. Besides, here's a depressing thought: we all die alone, always. I don't care if you're in a room with a thousand people, you will die alone. Love doesn't matter in the long run.

But hey, don't let me ruin your dreams and aspirations. I am, as I say, a pessimistic optimist. Love is out there, it's just dwindling into meaningless sludge. I may not understand, but the human race is "thriving" by placing meaning on a chemical reaction. Go ahead and keep relying on the fragile emotion, I won't stop you. I just wish we'd open our eyes.