“Who’s to say what love is and isn't?
Where does our emotion take us after we've fallen in love?
Why are certain types of love considered forbidden, if love is true and pure?
All of these questions popped into my head as I stared at the seemingly harmless advertisement. The question that hit the hardest though was, What the fuck is love?
Not that, look at my newborn baby love or the, my mom is the best kind of love . “No. I’m talking about that can’t stop, won’t stop thinking about giving it all up for you or to you type love. The kind that turns the emotion into a battlefield of scars, tears, laughs, joys, screams, hurt, lust, fun, quirkiness, drama, sex, deceit, loyalty and business. Among other things. Love and its sticky attachments suck, sometimes. It makes you wanna holla at yourself to wake up from its grip of happiness, in fear of the inevitable pain that must be on the flip side or its grasp of despair because there has to be more to it than the emptiness endured But I believe only the people involved and the cosmos knows. Love is Love.