Describing Love

Love is one of the most dangerous weapons in the universe. We will lie for it, kill for it, wage war over it, and many more sins have been done in its unholy name. The thing about love is that it is not a quick or clean type of weapon. It wounds and scars you horribly... forever. Granted most people seem to need a crutch to get through life whether it is drugs, liquor, or the compainship love provides or many other types of crutches. Learn to live without love because in the end you will die alone and therefore you should die with honor. As to how love feels it is like a searing pain in your heart and as the poison spreads (love) it begins to corrupt you and change you. Then before you know it you are forever a shell of a person always dependent and needy on your significant other. I curse love and renounce it.

indescribable

Love is everything you can't put into words. Love is something that surpasses the human ability of understanding, logic, and reason.

Eh, speak for yourself. The love I feel (felt?) for my mother was probably the most painful of all. Being a mother doesn't suddenly turn someone into a caring, nurturing or compassionate person. It probably should. But it doesn't.

It is the best thing ever until it stops.
Then it is sort of like hanging by your intestines from a tree in the desert.
Then you climb down from the tree and wander back into town.
Then it is almost the best thing ever.
Back to the tree again.

and here i was thinking it was something emotional and goopy...

but no. butt secks. that clears things up a bit.

I was gonna link that story about the discovery that a "broken heart' is an actual physical ailment. . .but then, it really only applies to extreme cases (death of a loved one). . . .


also, I seriously didn't think anyone else got physically sick.
it seems to be common. . .
I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. . .



[Edited on May 31, 2005 by KMFCM]

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