How beautiful love looks. Divine hope shared by two people. If ever a friend is to tell me they have found love, I will always respond with 'how can you tell?', because as much as I indulge in supporting any kind of mystical force in this world, the concept of being in love leads me to confusion.
Everyday social media notifies me on the correct form in which love is shown. Screenshotted paragraphs from tumblr that shame a screenshot from twitter, declaring some voices wrong and their own the only possible way for love to be established. One will tell me that love is known when you feel a literal pause of time in seeing that person. Another, will demand that the term 'love' can only be labelled to two people feeling utterly safe in the other's presence. Or I may come across a cluster of images; equally attractive, heterosexual couples, lounging side by side under palm trees, close ups of their holding hands - posed smiles and perfect teeth.
So I think, if we are constantly being unconsciously fed definitions of love, then a person need only hold hands with another whilst watching the sunset to believe that they also have discovered the wonder. Because social media told them so. Or because you feel so secure around that one person that you'll more than likely greet them at the end of the alter in years to come. It has come to my attention that vast amounts of people are convinced in believing that they are in love since they have all the correct societal symptoms.
You may have an undoubtable connection with a person, extreme lust, invincible admiration, but is that truly love? Or do people simply suffer spellbinding infatuations? Deep, romantic obsessions?
Is 'love' anymore than a concept?
An empty noun?
I would hope not. But even so, we've made it this far.
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