Love, real love, is a tragedy. Shakespeare taught us this in his many romantic tragedies, particularly in the well renowned Romeo and Juliet. In his works, he showed us that love, real love, comes at the expense of a heart, mind, body, and soul. When we fall into the trap, the tragedy of love, we submit our whole selves to the subjecting force that comes with it. Love buries us in our hopes and dreams, and smothers us rightly in our pains and worries. And surprisingly enough, with all that love does to us, many of us seek it, worship it, cherish it even. Why do we feel so strongly for the poison that is love, whose antidote, is love? What is the drive that says love is okay, even though it does so much to push us away?
Love, Fauna fears it. Allu, she adores love. She breathes and exhales love. Her skin melts with love, sweats love, bleeds love. Even Vampy, that wretched woman, adores love, in its sickening addiction.
Love will find us all, but will we be ready when it hits?
~Sorely, Fauna
Love is patient, love is kind, It does not envy it does not boast, it is not proud, it is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered. Love keeps no records of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. Love always protects, always trusts, always perseveres. Love never fails.
ReplyDeleteSee Kat, it's not about urself, it's about the other person, when love becomes all about u then it's not really love. Each relationship should be an opportunity to love someone as you have been loved or want to be loved. Thats all I'm saying.