Jun 1, 2021
Romance or romantic love is a parasitic being. It strives on fodder from the soul, mostly causing pain and getting stronger with each loss. But it is also a sweet spot, a struggle between wanting the warmth of familiarity and the fear of terminal ache from the loss of it. Does the fear make us work harder? Does the comfort make us work harder? People, often more stable ones, believe that love shouldn't be measured. Less damaging as it may be, romantics always use measures and scales to brew the perfect amount of love, always reducing or increasing the intensity, time, thought and passion. Somehow, the perfect amount does not exist and that imperfection is the only variable that stands between godly incandescence and human tears.