Love is... Love is whatever you're not suposed to do, the smile on your face with no reason, the motive that pushes you to keep on fighting for something you don't even know. Love is that awkward state of mind where you're able to think clear and everything you do goes in pro of someone you might think is going to join you in your trip on life, feeling like spoiling and cherish someone who's kisses make you dream and feel even more stupid than what you are.
Love is mostly that little piece of crap that makes you weak and act retarded and somehow makes you feel happy as fuck, almost immortal, invincible and full of super powers, leads to forgive and move on, to transgress what you thought you wouldn't ever do or pass away, makes you try harder for that lost battle (because you actually know it is a complete nonsense).
Love is the reason why you love someone and you really eat your own story every time you say "this is different, we'll make it work because LOVE is enough", and you ignore it's just a chemical reaction from your brain due to someone you like... YOU LIKE, as you like your car, your food, your favorite color, but eventually it's going to be the same, you'll get tired of driving the same silver car, eating the same pizza, or wearing your black pants, you need to move on, no matter how bad you like those things... Eventually, phenolphthalein will decrease its levels and get you back to your normal, pathetic and boring life, until, of course, you get someone new and the process begins again and obviously you're going to repeat the same thing, being happy, making it work, forgiving, being patient, crying, letting go, fighting, saying 'fuck you' several times, swearing you're done, getting back... Come on, you know I'm right; so then... what's the point on be stucked and refuse to let go? I get it, you don't want to, been there, done that... A LOT OF TIMES.
How long is it going to take until you're really done with that, how much are you going to take in order to get yourself complete and attach one by one all your pieces, glue them and be ready for the new process?
(...) Nevermind. Love... it is what it is, chemical, psychological, physiological, sexual... whatever that shit is, it's going to be the damn only reason why you do EVERYTHING you do, since getting up in the morning to school, going to work, taking care of your pet, hug your friends... Love is all you need (or have), but love shouldn't be confused with some other stuff, and most important, therefore, just fuck everything and love nobody as you can love yourself, demand respect and fight for it, as long as your beloved object (obviously, it's a person) fights for you and makes you believe it's worth to try it, honestly, transparently.
