Love: the way we don’t usually see it

In love, we cannot judge the bearer of it nor the successor of it. There is no judging in love anyway. The only thing we can do in love is just to let it ruin our life, if we let ‘em. The mere fact that love is like a pair of flip-flops’, as they call it, it’s just that you cannot wear it if it isn’t in pair. Love is like a chocolate-sometimes dark, sometimes rough, sometimes bitter and sometimes sweet. Whatever hell that love possesses, we just cannot ignore it, because ignoring it will lead into much worse than tragic.

As Prince Charles said, “I have fallen in love with all sorts of girls and I fully intend to go on doing so”, as such we can keep falling for something until we find who we deserve and we’ll gonna share for the rest of our life.

Falling in love is was just like, when we saw someone that had caught our mere sight and we kept on looking at them and that is what we call love at first sight. We human can also produce what is so-called pheromone in forms of sweat. The process was involuntary by the brain, we blush when we saw someone that was so quite perfectly compatible to our gene, we pick up their pheromones and a mere snuck of them looses our mind and seems we gonna die. Experiments had suggest that when a man had smelled a woman and he was captivated by her scent is more likely compatible for his gene to reproduced with, same principle as to woman. Love maybe just a chemical responsible that was conceive trough our body. But we cannot deny that it drive us crazy, whether it was conscious or unconscious. Inspiration, it was thriving in all of us and can be strong and transcends extra-ordinary human abilities when love had pumps its inevitable power to it.

Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart. Love is sharing things and looking for no other that a smile in a face. Love is you. Love is not just a chemical signalling of our brain but a entity that makes us happy. Love is a trust, even though far away we are rest assured that when we come back home there’s a warm hug waiting. Love waits. Sometimes love fails, but that isn’t love. Love really doesn’t fail. What had failed is our capacity to give love. Love is what this world is made of.