Love.. an Open-Ended Topic

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Love is mysterious, love changes things and I think that is the reason why it is a topic that is always pondered upon. A topic that remains open for discussion. Love is in everything. It is most often what every soul lingers on earth for and longs to find, no matter how hard one denies it. In the past I often expressed my hardness and distaste to the thoughts of love and being in love. I often equated it as being a sort of game whom one would get to claim a 'prize.' Love was a drug, it was venomous.. it was poison. I had heard that love was a sort of madness. A state of insanity. All of the above named are true. Love does many things, good and bad. I've made observations when I stood solo with no one to fill the space in my heart, and I have made observations, more recently with having someone consume the most vulnerable part of the human.

Love is not a perfect thing. I have known this forever. Marriage is not a perfect thing, and does not guarantee a happily ever after. Everything of what love is portrayed in cinema is not real. Love in that sense and meaning have been glamorized and glossed over countless times. The endings often used to conclude the story were presumed to be final. They would ride off into the sunset and that was it.. living in the utmost happiness and love. The truth though, may be that the happiness wore away and the love eventually died. Love does not remain constant, as the quote in my post below has stated. Nothing ever really remains constant, as I have mentioned before...

Love is a whole complication on its own. It is something that can bring at the same time so much warmth yet bring upon such coldness and hurt. Love makes us weak. Love makes us strong. Love is a main component to life. It serves to teach, but at what point do you give in to love? At what point do you walk away? Sometimes you know at the very exact moment when love is real, other times that love needs to be reaffirmed. How can love be proven if it is not a tangible thing? Perhaps in the kiss, touch, caress or that look of never-ending wonderment in examining the imperfect features of the one in question.. and somehow always finding them to be beautiful. Perhaps it is in the actions, in the little things that one does or the things that have no significance to yourself but mean so much to that one person. Love is not perfect. As we have all heard, it is compromise, sacrifice and the ability to bend ourselves in all sorts of directions. But at times love is not enough, sometimes love is never enough. . . . What will make you stay? What will make you go?

"I'm through with love
I'll never fall again
Said adieu to love
Don't ever call again
For I must have you or no one
That's why I'm through with love

I've locked my heart
I keep my feelings there
I have stocked my heart
Like an icy Frigadere
For I need to care for no one
That's why I'm through with love

Why did you lead me
To think that you cared
You didn't need me
For you have your share
Of slaves around you
To hound you and swear
Their deep devotion
Emotion

Goodbye to Spring
And all it meant to me
It could never bring
The things that used to be
For I must have you or no one
That's why I'm through with love

That's why I'm through with love... "