Have you ever been in love? It’s like this gut-wrenching feeling inside your body, inside your soul. Love is an evil, evil form of being. When you think you’re at your happiest, it confuses you; it traps you into thinking that what you’re experiencing is actually pleasure and happiness. It’s not pleasure and happiness, it’s pain and misery. Love is an evil, evil form of being. It takes everyone hostage and rids them of their own sense of self, for we give ourselves up to the people who have had the displeasure of falling in love with us. Just like we’ve had the displeasure of falling in love with them. Essentially, everyone is a victim in love’s reign of terror, even the ones who did the breaking. Why fall in love? Why do we trick ourselves into thinking that this one specific person is meant for us for eternity? Why fall in love? Why do we consume ourselves with thoughts of them, not fully knowing whether we make up the dusty corners of their minds or not? Why fall in love? Why do we literally put our hearts at stake, and give it to this one specific person. Are we supposed to trust them? What if we once did, and years later, they took advantage of our offerings and threw them away just like that? How are we supposed to function without that person when we’ve lived our lives with them for so long? Am I just supposed to easily find someone who I mesh well with? Like what I had with the previous love of my life meant nothing? Is it that easy? How many times do we really get to love in our lifetime? One where two people experience something special and wonderful together. And sometimes, we’re not even aware of it. It creeps up so discreetly and unexpectedly, we barely have time to breathe, until it ends. And by then, we’re gasping for air. Is that this great and powerful being that people call ‘Love’? It is. But it’s such a twisted and socially acceptable form of neurotic insanity.