If only there was a sure and precise way to identify and measure love. Then there will be no fears, no doubts. Wouldn't man then be less preoccupied with thinking about uncertainties if feelings were easier to verify? Would love be as compelling and the pains be as enormous if there was an infallible method of calculating its depths? Without the thrill of dubiety or the constant wrestling of our conflicting emotions - the very nature of our feelings, would love still be as intense? What is there for a lover to hope for if the extreme emotional drama is taken away if indeed love can be equated and described verbatim.
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| BAM! |
To love, whether reciprocated or unrequited, is an enchanted interlude to our perfunctory existence. It is when our passions and desires form labyrinths in which we lose and find and then lose ourselves again. At that very moment when you think you are convalescing and finally got the directions mapped out, you discover that you are still trapped in the labyrinth of your fantasies.
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| Today I am 88% in love |
Oh well, it is no small feat to succumb to love's intricate complexities. Each person has a unique amount of capacity to love. Some would love just about anyone he or she likes physically while others are more cautious and are more selective, finding it difficult to love without truly knowing the person first and basing his or her choice on moral standards or much rarer, basing on spiritual compatibility.
