After thinking about my lousy attitude of "no such thing as love" I've realized that I'm the one who's full of crap. Love is not the one that's bogus, I am.
Think about it this way. It's not that love doesn't exist, it's just that it's a stranger to me. What I had met before was something that claimed to be love, but was really just a poseur.
I have learned a lot, but still don't claim to know it all, not even a small fraction.
But from what I've experienced I've come up with a few pointers to myself.
-Be cynical. There's nothing wrong with questioning something you're unsure of, especially when it's so important.
-It takes time -lot's of it- for love to form. It grows slowly.
-It's not all about happiness... it's more about something artistic and beautiful.
-It can change, it can't lie, but it isn't rigid.
-It's not an emotion. I have no idea what it is, if anything.
-Love is difficult; difficult to find, difficult to keep, difficult to interact with. That's why it is work and why it hurts.
-Love makes no sense. It doesn't. None of the above is correct probably.
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