love, hate or what you make of it.

why does love many a times encompass hate within its folds?
what line or boundaries do we have to cross before the former becomes the latter?

why is it sometimes, love feels like it comes in gushing torrents down a white water river.
and yet others, a soft, warm indescribable inkling that envelopes you inch by inch with each long-drawn breath, if you ask me i still can't quuite put a finger as to where it creeps out from or if it even creeps at all. maybe, it stomps out! but in such a discreet fashion that we'll never know for sure.

why is it love can cause your emotions to swing in such an extreme pendulum-like motion, leaving you with no regards of reality or even what constitutes normality.
love can make you lose reason, be completely illogical and make you absolutely unreasonable.
love can make you yet love can break you.

but one thing i know, it can never be measured with whatever scientific/automated equipment us mere mortals can conjure up with our nifty minute minds.

here lies the catch-22; it is as if we were created on purpose to have such an inept comprehension of something so simple yet profound.
thus once again, proving to us the very mortality we so fear of. (that's why the anti-aging industry is booming, my friends.)

we are but only human.

we can feel it, we yearn for it, we need it, we want it, we thrive on it, and yet so many of us withhold it without a qualm. (especially my friend whose name starts with a C and ends with an E, eheheh.)

the biggest irony, so many times, we act like we don't need it but actually deep down, we completely wholeheartedly believe in it.

i'm sold, are you?

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