Love Is…
Love is illusory. Whether our love is truly transparent, translucent or opaque, we will only see it from our side of the story. Our love stories live in our minds’ catalog and vary in length, their volume measurably counted by the amount of pages filled with memories, their page number correlated with the BPM experienced. When the muscle within our heart tears from the damage to our external locus of control, we withstand by means of illusion; “they say no one dies from love, guess I’ll be the first” - Tove Lo
Love is conceptual. Where there is a beginning, there must also be an end, an invisible string built to hold together the wreckage and reunion ensued a million times over. Still unknown and unique to every individual included in the human experience, our love thrives on revitalization. To bring ourselves back from defeat and land on our feet, to find an oasis amongst the dry and unforgiving heat or to hold the hand of someone you believe makes you feel complete, seen is the ailment to our mental difficulties as feeling spreads somehow and someway through our heart. Here, love is a concept with no one path from start to finish and more of a rollercoaster than a stroll through the park.
Love is abstract. Beauty is said to be held in the eye of the beholder, our artistry that should inspire and touch the hearts of others when we recognize what it is that we truly feel as deeply as how true love should make us feel. Relationships with the people in our lives vary, built upon circumstance and perseverance to stay stagnant or continue to keep coloring in the stories we wish would eventually paint our reality. Because what makes me feel blue will make you feel red with anger, and what makes me green enough to spoil my lunch is another’s way of showing admiration for the people they have once painted; while my abstract taste in love what has hurt me in the past, it is still a picture I paint through rose-colored glasses.
Love is an idea. Love is the thoughts we use to fill the gaps of our romance happening in reality. Our reactions are tested over and over again and sought out by which ends up getting us the best reaction in return. For those that are thoughtful, do not pride yourself yet. Love can lead us into many directions with the help of our imagination, but will hurt us if we have catologued how every possible situation will make us feel; this is not exciting in a good way.
Love is reality. People in love make more mistakes than the average person as their mind is consumed with this thing that has no exact mass, no exact area and no exact energy that is somehow always being calculated. Love is what we make of it with one another, given each person puts in an equal amount in order to test out the anomaly of it one more time. Love can be anything and is open, but what is open can bring in even the smallest hazard that can wreak havoc.
