Love. What really is love? Is love just another feeling that we aspire for yet when we acquire it we wish we never did? Or is love another drug, that controls our whole life, mind, body, sole, and every fiber of our being. Is it something that we can’t get enough of?
We say how we can control it and ourselves; but can we really? Can we actually truly choose who we fall in love with? Or does it just happen at the spur of a moment on one random day of a random month of a random year? Is it possible to slowly fall in love or does it just hit you?
Is it really love if you love more than a single being as a partner? How do you know if it is really, actually, 100% love? Will anyone ever actually know what love truly is?
These questions reminisce throughout my head on and on every day. Like a wheel at a constant rate of speed that will not, could not, stop, these questions rotate throughout my mind and keeps me up at night.
I know what love is. Or do I?