I think we all hope to obtain love some day and hopefully by someone that truly loves us back. But, how can we ever be sure that the one we believe to be the love of all love is in deed that true love. Why do we want it so bad? The answer is, love can lift, motivate and remove burdens. Love can also crush, destroy, and even cause us to kill. So, why is it that we try so hard to find this ever elusive feeling; this thing that is the end all purpose of mate-dom.
I can say with certainty that I’ve been a fool for love and without the gratifying ending that so many Hollywood films depict. You know the one I'm talking about--with the loving couple that reunite at the end and live happily-every-after. In my mind, it would be the most spiteful of all jokes if the Gods placed love among us for their own personal entertainment. Can you imagine those narcissistic bastards sitting among the heavens watching us rip each other apart, beg for their help to find some reason to fall in love once more and repeat that cycle all over again? So I say; love, Why?