I often ask myself how is it that this somewhat weird and funny feeling takes shape into a soul. What makes love appear and surface?
Why do we fall in love, why do we keep loving and hang in there no matter how many painstakingly hard moments this puts us through.
I guess we do this basically because it makes us feel that we belong. Being in love kinda carves out a piece of reality for you, making it your own, customized corner of the world. A place where you feel good.Even if unrequitted, love does make you feel that you belong. Gives you a purpose, a sense of being, a road to follow, a direction.
Good or bad, it organizes your chaos and sorts things out for you in a weird kinda way.
Why do you people out there love?