‘Love is like the sun coming out of the clouds and warming your soul’
I promise you, my brain is not turning into goo. And no I am not going all mushy on you with this one. You can get on Oprah’s couch if you are looking for mushiness. This is the deep scientific, non-understandable screw your head over leave you sprawled in the ground, reeling, breathless, against the subtle, I want the best for you, I know you sleep with your socks on and drool too much in the night not to mention the maddening snore, love comparison. You’d think I know better than to try and analyse this kind of madness. Well, I actually don’t but we already know that right?
According to my research, and I researched hard, all 2 hours of research (What! That is way too much time! Dog years if you will, for my 2 minutes concentration span!), there are so many kinds of love and love styles. It doesn’t make matters easier that they have all sorts of complex names like Eros, Ludus, Storge and many more. My most unfavorite is Mania, which is described as highly volatile love or obsession, fueled by low self-esteem. While the definition of love and love styles on Wikipedia works as a brilliant starting point. The general belief all round seems to be that “love” is when you care about someone else’s happiness as much if not more than you care about your own. While being “in love” is a whole other irrational ball game that makes no sense and doesn’t play by any rules. You feel it deep down and you may also find yourself acting in very odd ways. I have come to the conclusion that the best description can only come from you, and your experiences, as unique as they are.
Now, believe it or not, I have experienced the knock the wind off you, leave you breathless, panting for days kind of love (real ugly, in a magnificent way, I tell you). I have also experienced the other one. You know, the one of you snore like that tonight I shall suffocate you with the pillow kind. No, no, no! I didn’t suffocate anyone. Almost did though… (story for another day). I have experienced deep connection with friends that I never thought possible. That is another form of love in my books. I have also experience the love of having your heart walking around in the form of a tiny, most hilarious individual. What can I say? I am lucky. What I choose to do is interpret different forms of love the best way I know how, as I come across them. For truly, we are humans. Different in a great many aspects. Prone to all sorts of interpretations of ideas.
So go on, take time and analyse what love/in love is to you and stick to it. Test it. Re-analyse it. You’ll be surprised that we are not too different in that respect. And yes, once in a while, I stay off the illegal stuff to get all grown-upy and analyzy on important stuff *insert a figure of a dark-clothed lanky military faced individual here*