Love is like...

Don’t even try. A curse, hex is all that is. Love is for suckers, but it seems like we all like to be suckers. Hell, I don’t mind. But how the hell can it go so far? That nothing else in your life matters; it’s just ying and yang. Alfa and Beta. If you’re looking for some laughs, stop here.

What is love? No, really… What is love? It’s certainly not a box of canned beef, definitely not a brown sweater. Love it simplified; a feeling. A crave. You need it to survive on this planet. Without love, you’re not alive. Without love, you’re dead. But with love comes big responsibilities. You have to at all time do the most horrifying thing. You have to love somebody back. How scary is that? Shit, I’d rather sit on a burning floor, watching Oprah then be in love. I just don’t think I can handle it, how the hell is I supposed to be the Alfa for this person?

But… how can I resist? It’s not like it’s cigarettes or candy. I can’t just slap on a patch and everything’s alright. Yes, I’m a sucker. Damn hell. I don’t want to be one, but I can’t resist. This woman, this yang, this beta. I’ve never been like this. Everything I do is related to this person in some way. Oh my God, I swear I see an angel every time I see her. I don’t tell her because I don’t want to be like this. All I want is just to sit by the lake fishing, gathering my thoughts, listen to some Clapton. This person makes me want to be a better man.

Love is like… I don’t know... Somebody says it’s like drugs. But you can’t buy love, it’s certainly no crisis centre for it. But you will how ever kill for it, pawn everything you own for it, and no matter how long you say you’ve been free for it, you’ll just get sucked back in.

Love is mystical, It can’t be described. If you look up love in the lexicon, you’ll find a big freekin’ “?”. What is love? You ask me? For me, love is music, love is her. But really, I really don’t know, and I really don’t care. All I know is that if it’s a decease, don’t cure me.