A lot of people talk about love. They say that it isn’t about needing someone, it is about accepting someone, that it’s this and that and isn’t this and that, and what they do and don’t know about it based on some great, grand, or sometimes minimal experience they’ve had (and maybe, maybe they’ve had good, even great sex somewhere in there).
It makes me think that really, there is no such thing as love.
If there was such a thing as love, we would see it. It would be tangible. We could wake up in the morning, pick it up, put it in our pockets, and throw it away when finished. If there was such a thing as love, we would be able to hold it when we wanted it, and let go when we were tired of the weight of it.
If it existed, we wouldn’t doubt the influence of love. If we were able to know that love was a 100% scientific fact, then the acceptance of love would be easy for us.
If there was such a thing as love, we would document it and observe it and store it in tube containers and say “This is sample LOV1.2!” or something like that. We could poke at it with a toothpick or scalpel.
If it were real, we would be more certain. We would understand how it worked. We would know it was there.