What is love? “Baby don’t hurt me” probably isn’t the right answer. For that matter, is there any right answer?
Some say it’s just a chemical imbalance in your brain, for others, it’s just sexual attraction towards someone, or maybe it’s simply an overflow of affection, wholesomeness, and compassion. Love has two parallels; two sides to it. On one hand, it can be the most beautiful thing. The greatest feeling ever. The overwhelming feeling of joy, comfort, where you can share anything and everything with your significant other. The world seems like a utopia when you’re in love. So fancy, so upbeat, isn’t it? The dark side, though, is your heart can be as miserable as can be, and boom, you’re doomed. You whine over the one that got away, start loathing them, and suddenly, they’re your worst enemy. Even the smallest things can trigger those happy memories and before you know it, the world seems dystopian, and you wish that Amstrad PPC 640 (the mind erasing machine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) was real.
So I guess, love is relative. Subjective. Maybe it’s a coin with two sides, maybe it’s a polyhedral decagon. You can’t help falling in love, nor falling out of it. Just live as it happens and fades away.