Love: By very deffinition it is something which is meant to bring joy into the hearts of those who experience it. Yet it is my own personal experience that Love more often than not does just the opposite. Intense affection for another being can cause severe moodswigns comperable to those of someone bipolar. There is abrupt and euphoric joy upon seeing them or being with them, or even thinking of them. And there is horrendously low depression when apart from them or longing for them.

I've experienced all these things in copious amounts. Love is mostly, for me, a horrible thing, and I tend to choose those who I either cannot have, or should not be with. I've loved with more intensity a fictional being than I have any real person of flesh and blood. And then, with intensity nearly equal to that, I have loved a person who I only knew through emails. And then I proceded to fall halfway in love with any man who gave me the time of day.

It is getting to the point where the thing that i had placed on a petistal higher than anything else, is the one thing that brings me down the most.

Love.

That damned blessing and cursed, bewitching, fated emotion. How it dares to tear asunder the very hearts that beat for its breath. Oh what angst-ridden sobbing it can cause, and what tearful joys and subtle laughters. It is death and life and rebirth at once and it is all that is living and dead. There is nothing it cannot touch and no one that cannot touch it.

Though it has caused me suffering and pain, I live still believing that this small saying is one of the highest truths man will ever know:

It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.

Looking back, even on the pain caused by being intensely enslaved in love to those who can never and will never love me in return, I would rather keep my memories of such strong love and pain than have never experienced it first hand. Because though I do not believe I will ever truely love again, the one or two times that I did were the most emotion-filled moments of my life. And it is emotion, and above all the emotion of love, that we live life for. It is our very purpose.

If you think i've written this to you, about you, or with the intention of you seeing it, you are probably correct. There is more than one person I wanted this to reach and if it has so be it.