Love--what is love? It's the age old question that scholars, romance novelists and ordinary people have tried to wrap around for centuries now and even centuries to come.
How can this invisible thing, not even a thing--but rather a feeling which cannot be grasped, kicked, let alone see cause so much pain--physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
When you do have love--you feel invincible and it does not matter how slow or fast time past, you only care about love.
But,
When it's gone--you rather die or better yet just disappear forever never to walk the earth again or see anyone. You hole up in a dark room, eating your feelings away, disregarding any social or personal etiquette and just want to say 'FUCK YOU WORLD. AND YEAH, FUCK YOU TOO _(fill in the blank)_'.
The question is then--when and how do we get over it? Do you find anyone person to subdue the pain until you're bored and find another? Do you sulk away your life and say FUCK OFF LOVE, I DON'T NEED YOU! (Gives finger) or does time actually heal all if not most...
Are we just programmed to always need someone in our life no matter how minuet their role may be: a simple 'hey, how are you?' to 'let's get hammered and forget!'...
What would happen if I just wake up one day and just forgot everything--forgot anniversaries, forgot places associated with the feeling, forgot the favorite food, forgot everything they said, forgot them...
will I still be scarred somehow?
