4 letters, a thousand meanings. There are several forms of interpretation for this word. There are those who like and some say that love is of no use. By the way, what's the point of love?
Would it be some kind of an excuse for us to feel less empty and more human? Are we really capable of love? Who invented that we love with the heart? Isn't his job to pump blood to keep us alive? Is this the function of love? Keep us alive? Or does love kill us bit by bit? Some say that dies for love. By a person, a place, a band, or by oneself. To die of love for oneself is nascism? Or is it being self-reliant? Has anyone ever died of love? I don't know. But some say that kills for love. This is love? It's more to an obsession. Love sets us free. Those who really love let others be free to be happy, even if not with you. Are we able to truly love more than one person in our lives? So many questions to be answered. Is science capable of answering all this?
After all, what is love to you?
Published by Manu
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