I’m not sure if I am impressed with the people who search for love in every face they meet, or if I feel sorry for them.
To believe in something so much and never give up is impressive. But is love so simple that it’s just a matter of looking hard enough for it? Do you have to see what love isn’t before you know what love is?
Maybe it’s the search for love that people fall in love with. They become addicted to the chases, the thrill of meeting someone new and anticipating the what-ifs. They crave the transformation of monotonous moments into exciting new experiences.
I wonder, though, if the chase ever starts to feel like a burden. To keep looking for love, all the while trying to force it with another new person.
And what happens to your heart every time you try to share its love with someone who isn’t “the one”? Does it make you better able to identify love or do you become numb to the process as a way to shield yourself from heartbreak?
What happens to love when you call something less than love, love?
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