Love...

In any part of the world people live for love, they can kill for love, die for it and commit suicide because of unrequited love. For ages people have sung love songs, written love verses, myths, legends and made pictures, sculptures and all these only because of love. So what is love? Scientists believe it is only chemical and physical changes in a person’s brain and when you’re in love there are elevating levels of dopamine and other hormones.

I suppose everyone has experienced this feeling at least once in his life. Some get happy of this feeling, but it can bring only sorrow to others.

And you? Have you ever loved? Do you remember what you feel that time? I loved… I remember… This felling is unforgettable! Every day you wake up with a thought about him. You’re waiting when your mobile rings and you see his name at the screen. You’re waiting for meetings with him. You’re thrilling with delight at the thought that today you will spend all the evening together: only you and he. You don’t even notice his disadvantages or if notice love them, too.

After a time you aren’t as exciting as at the beginning of your relations but you feel affection. You know it is the man whom you can rely on, who support you. (Might it be the moment when friendship between a man and woman begins as passion disappears and there is only affection?)

But all this is a happy love when both partners love each other. And what about unrequited love or love when one of the partners loves but another only uses him? I suppose it’s terrible. If you have known since the beginning you have no chance you should accept it though it won’t be easy. But if you love and you partner seems to love you back it is especially painful to learn you have been used…It’s painful to realize he has kissed you, put his arms around your waist, stroked your hair for his own goals. In might be just convenient for him…You’re worrying about it and drawing into your shell. You’re getting indifferent to everything that might interest you two days ago…

Everyone chooses his/her own way: to love or not. But not sport with another’s feelings. Put yourself in his/her shoes. I think you wouldn’t want to experience this.