Chapter 114: What is Love?

Love. 

A lot of authors have attempted to define it before, but all have probably gave up. You cannot define something that is so vague, so encompassing, that to belabor the idea would be in vain, and no writer would ever want to commit that error and put their reputation in line.

As cruel as it is, for nothing is more tragic than unrequited love, it remains to be a subject of plentiful discussion, each having their own definition that they are not themselves too certain, and never claim to have made for themselves. For this reason alone, love is cruel, indeed.

But love is a powerful thing, too, when you see it working on friendships and couples and lovers. As you do, you start to shift your perspective on the inclinations of love. You dream of pursuing pleasure and happiness, as well. Suddenly, you realize love is a wonderful thing, after all. It is too good to be true, and the feeling has never been the same everytime. It fills you with so much wonder that you second guess what love really is. Then, you accuse some of the authors as liars when you don't find any answers yourself.

That is the bait, for some writers. Love lures you into pleasure only to destroy you later on. With all the accusations, authors plea for innocence before the facts are known, because rational agents are clouded with ecstasy that they cannot see rightly anymore. In this regard, love also becomes a weapon. It is a very dangerous weapon. A weapon that is unseen, an effective poison for someone's vulnerability.

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