What I love the most must be what hurts me the most.
Love is the precursor of Hate.
― Friedrich Nietzsche
I feel attached to a beautiful face,
giving birth to a desire to possess,
and it is the possibility,
that sustains the thought.
I dream of her
she is like the blue sky
that brings me great joy
absolute peace of mind
why did she fade away
now I’m troubled with other potential lovers
I wanted to stay in the pure bliss of my ignorance
Today is the day of love, the day in honor of the secretion of neurotransmitters (serotonin, oxytocin and dopamine) and stress hormones. But of course the experience of love is whats being appreciated, the subjective qualities, not the material basis.
Love like many things is like a drug, it brings happiness, thrill and a sense of ease. It is often fantasized about, and this is what causes humans (especially females) to be always searching for it. It is not very different from how prescribed or illegal drugs work, and yes it has some type of psychological addiction (this explains why my ex-girlfriend always got a new boyfriend every 4 months when she lost or left one)
I think the emptier we are inside, the faster we get addicted to certain things. The emptier we are the the easier we fall in love.