Love

What makes us feel love? The human brain is so profound; I don’t believe we will ever have all the answers to it. But it seems like the kind of question that can be answered so simply and yet as advanced as we are we still stumble with the question of love. Maybe there really is no such thing. It’s a definite possibility that it can just be a mixture of passion and infatuation. But then why does it always feel like more then that? You hate love, you want nothing to do with it… but at the same time you demand it… it’s a feeling that can only be barely described with words. You hate it because it can lead to heartbreak, but you love it because you feel like you finally have a person that understands you, someone to be there, and the feeling you get from just starring into the eyes of someone you love is enough to make you want to throw away everything for this person. To me, love is an addictive drug; it’s almost a need rather than a want, which is ridiculous because you don’t need love to survive. But if that’s true then why is it so hard to live without it? As the saying goes, Tis better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all. But if we never experience it then we would never know what we’re missing, which may be a positive thing in a great many cases.