What is Love?

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." -- Anais Nin
It is as though we as human beings are introduced into the world with the words confused, lost and bewildered branded invisibly on our skulls. Our skulls harbor a human brain, a human brain that shelters a psyche that is cursed with the human flaw of the need for that singular purpose, that singular purpose that one seeks with the unwavering hope it will stand as the reason why one remains to breath on this earth. These branded labels a
Upon every soul that one acquaints oneself with, the notion of the possible connection, or the hint that the said individual could present the final piece in this puzzle called life, is intertwined within the creaking wheels of the racing mind.
You end up condensing your life within the first ten or fifteen minutes of meeting the individual, hoping that you will make an impact on this complete stranger, because we all know that as humans we loathe to be on the receiving of the judgement that follows the first meeting. Then the final round of 21 questions concludes, you part ways, and by morning that person is imbedded in a memory that you wil relish in, but that will be lost within the week.
We all know that it is very seldom that we encounter an individual that was able to make such an impression on our entire beings to be forever with us in heart and soul, mind and spirit. If such a thing was the norm, the inimitable collective "them" would not have roped us into their idea of finding one true's soulmate,and how difficult such a task is.

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