Love.
People always say that love happens unexpectedly, and that you can’t possibly understand it until you’ve experienced it yourself. Now I’m not sure about all of this, but I can say from my experiences that it is something imperceptible. Sure people say they know love once they feel it, but what if you never feel it? What if you can’t distinguish the feeling from all of the others? In that case, is love still there? And I’m not talking about the love you share with friendships and families. I’m talking about intimate love. Romance.
It is a such a controversial subject, that the emotional concept of love is ambiguous. It’s not a fact that love is an actual emotion we all experience. For one, it isn’t clearly defined at all, therefore, it’s open to the interpretation of everyone. Therefore, love is technically an idea rather than a concrete feeling. Theoretically, we could hypothesize that love is nonexistent and only an illusion that people use to express affection towards someone that is more than just superficial. However, people won’t accept this theory, they’ll just refute it with a supercilious opinion, such as: love is so indescribable that only certain people can feel it. Perhaps people feel that the idea of monogamy is impossible without love being intertwined within the relationship. Maybe people think that a happy relationship between two lovers only occurs when love is present. But both notions aren’t wrong, they just aren’t necessarily right either.
The issue that is orbited by these conflicting theories, statements, and opinions is that people will not simply accept that their opinion is only an opinion and other opinions exist. The reason people must fight over this subject is beyond my logical understanding. The only conclusion I can draw out of this whole confusing controversy is that people are too stubborn with their ideas, and they feel the need to prove they’re correct on a question that has no correct answer.
There’s no doubt it is such a complex topic that no one can elaborate enough on. I had believed that love was nothing more than a surreal fantasy that people held for others which faded within a short time period. I held this belief after Shaey had maimed my heart brutally and left it dilapidated and decayed in a state of ruin. Yet, in time I grew intellectually, and realized that love is just something that people interpret differently. It’s a vague thing with no definition, and it only occurs if you believe in it.
