For many people, life has no meaning, no purpose and is too harsh to live through. "Love" is the illusion they use to hide the reality from which they cannot escape.
Love is nothing but chemical reactions induced by our senses! There is no scientific rationale for any other vision of love and it would be best called romantic nonsense.
... It is what I used to say before I met my wife. Unfortunately, I have found out even current science is powerless to explain love! Until we reach a radical advancement, love is, I am afraid, a notion words simply cannot describe!
[Oh, Yotsuba had to search to find out what romance was, so she thought she could help this lady out!]
There are three kinds of love! There's family, friends, and romeance! Romeance is when you love someone enough to have kids with them! Or when you let yourself be hurt to help the person you love, even if it makes you cry!
There are different kinds of love. There's what I have for friends, for family - and sometimes those two are the same thing. I read somewhere once that some friends become chosen family.
Then there's romantic love, which is something else entirely...
Love is marked by the presence of certain chemicals in the brain. The feeling of "love" is likely a biological adaptation, developed in order to foster interpersonal relationships that are beneficial to survival.
Societal constructs based around love vary, but individuals capable of forming such bonds may have been more likely to pass on their genes because of their greater aptitude at cooperation and increased motivation to care for their young.
How do you even begin to describe love? Such a complicated, all-encompassing feeling can hardly be described! No, love is something that is best felt, my dear.
But if I had to describe it... Let's see.
Love feels like thousands of butterflies inside of you that are ready to burst out at any moment. It feels like a blushing face, sun-kissed cheeks, the breeze through your hair cooling you off just when you feel like you might faint from the heat.
Love is someone's hand in yours, their eyes sparkling in your vision like stars, their warm breath on your neck, their arms wrapping around you to keep you safe. It's a moan and a sigh and a laugh all mixed together, a partner to lay close to in bed, someone who will assure you even in your darkest days that you are beautiful.
My oh my, look at all this! I have barely scratched the surface of what love is. Darling, sweet anonymous darling, the truth is that I cannot type all of this out. It's best to just experience it for yourself, n'est-ce pas? Love is to be shared in excess!
At least, that is what I have come to know in this long, long life of mine. ♥
That is a hard question to answer, but I've come to believe that loving a person at least partly means putting someone else you care about before yourself.
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Love can be so many things to so many people, it is difficult to describe. I've heard some call it a thrill or elation, a feeling of warmth and security, or a strong devotion. I have felt all of these, many in the same relationship.
However, none of these are any different from a very powerful friendship on their own.
I have found that the more one tries to define love, the more difficult it is to understand. More than anything, for myself, personally, it is a matter of intuition. If it feels right to say you are in love, it's likely true.
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I think... It's when you care a lot about someone, so much that you'd... fight for them no matter what.
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No particular reason. I am merely curious.
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For many people, life has no meaning, no purpose and is too harsh to live through. "Love" is the illusion they use to hide the reality from which they cannot escape.
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... It is what I used to say before I met my wife. Unfortunately, I have found out even current science is powerless to explain love! Until we reach a radical advancement, love is, I am afraid, a notion words simply cannot describe!
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So, there really is no true explanation... Damn, here I thought I could get a clear and concise answer.
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There are three kinds of love! There's family, friends, and romeance! Romeance is when you love someone enough to have kids with them! Or when you let yourself be hurt to help the person you love, even if it makes you cry!
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Then there's romantic love, which is something else entirely...
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Societal constructs based around love vary, but individuals capable of forming such bonds may have been more likely to pass on their genes because of their greater aptitude at cooperation and increased motivation to care for their young.
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But if I had to describe it... Let's see.
Love feels like thousands of butterflies inside of you that are ready to burst out at any moment. It feels like a blushing face, sun-kissed cheeks, the breeze through your hair cooling you off just when you feel like you might faint from the heat.
Love is someone's hand in yours, their eyes sparkling in your vision like stars, their warm breath on your neck, their arms wrapping around you to keep you safe. It's a moan and a sigh and a laugh all mixed together, a partner to lay close to in bed, someone who will assure you even in your darkest days that you are beautiful.
My oh my, look at all this! I have barely scratched the surface of what love is. Darling, sweet anonymous darling, the truth is that I cannot type all of this out. It's best to just experience it for yourself, n'est-ce pas? Love is to be shared in excess!
At least, that is what I have come to know in this long, long life of mine. ♥
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[Text] I regret none of my life choices up until now
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i can accept it when its coming from basically myself
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but someone called the way i loved masochism
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However, none of these are any different from a very powerful friendship on their own.
I have found that the more one tries to define love, the more difficult it is to understand. More than anything, for myself, personally, it is a matter of intuition. If it feels right to say you are in love, it's likely true.
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