Love

What is love? It's the most powerful of emotions that can be the best feeling in the world but also the worst. The worst was perfectly described in a post in the Philosophy of Non-Monogamy. A lot of the time I feel like this...that I hate love; it surprises you when you least expect and rips itself away when you feel it the strongest. If you've given a piece of yourself to someone, can you ever get it back? I don't think you can, that piece of you is theirs and will always be theirs, no matter what. It's a comfort thinking of it in this way, it means that particular love will always be there...will always be a part of you. And love can make you soar, it can make you do things that you never would've done and can make everything fall away so that all that's left is love. Why, then, isn't love enough? If it can fill you up and make everything else seem so trivial, then why not? Because at any moment it has the ability to destroy you. Love is like balancing the center of a teeter totter, where at any moment it can make you alive or destroy you. That's the trade-off to the most powerful of emotions: bliss or purgatory...you have no control over either and that's why I hate love and never want to love again....but the choice is not mine; it never was and never will be.