Love

I've been thinking about the word LOVE lately and the connotations and power it brings to the table. I have been congratulating myself on the fact that I have never fallen in LOVE and let its power consume me but I have felt the power of infatuation and that is not a nice dress to wear everyday. It's that truth that keeps me second guessing myself when it comes to me ever falling in LOVE. I believe that as people LOVE (unlike infatuation) is an option and not a random happenstance. I refuse to believe that life and its creator wouldn't us to have that much control over our senses. I do believe, however, that a power infatuation may feel like LOVE and that people will not know the difference until they actually allow themselves to really fall in LOVE themselves, realizing that everything else was just child's play.

I hate the fact that I am talking about something that I have never actually felt myself, all that jargon in just a theory that has been swimming around my head for some time.

The thing about LOVE is that no matter how many times I say no to the concept, the truth is that there is a small part of my being that screams to the other parts to let me just one LOVE in my life.

But the rational side will just attack that small part with a very large gun. Why? Because, in my opinion, LOVE is just fucking stupid.

That is all.