• Love... A blessing or a curse?

    An Angel sent to guide us to happiness? Or a Demon, sent to tempt us into sin, and then torture us for all eternity?

    Is it life’s great Cure? Or it’s deepest Affliction?

    Like a potent drug, you become addicted. You can think of nothing else, always wanting more, never quite sated. You will stop at nothing to experience it again. Even at risk to your own life, nothing will get between you and your loved one….

    It is as intoxicating as a dark wine. It slows your reactions, tempts you into doing things you wouldn’t normally do. Your actions are no longer your own, not even the beating of your heart. Life without love seems dull in comparison and you long to lull back into your false sense of security that love grants. Ironic then, that love will destroy you, leave you mindless and blank, and ruin your life. Sip too much from loves’ goblet, and you will get poisoned.

    Like dark chocolate, it is bittersweet. A kiss will taste wonderful, and then leave the rank aftertaste of a memory behind. The difference between love and chocolate is that girls respond to chocolate.

    Love is a sickness. A ravaging disease that consumes you, carried in your every cell. Its symptoms are fever, depression and impulsive behaviour. It is contagious, more deadly than the plague. The only cure is death.

    Love is tragedy. There is no such thing as happily ever after. Not really. Those who love to love are fools and those who hate to love are lonely.. So fall in love, but never grow dependant upon it, never Need it, it will only let you down.

    Love is pain too. It eats away at your very soul, never relenting in its grip on your heart. Then, when there is nothing left, it leaves you hollow, crying in a corner. Try falling in love, and then cutting your arm with a knife, and then ask yourself, which hurt more? The scars on my arm say love............ As does her Beauty.

    Hatred is the same feeling, only so much better.
    It’s still an obsession, blackening your soul, consuming all that’s human inside you.
    Only with hatred, there is no pain.
    Not on my part, anyway.
    With hatred you can project all the bad feelings, all the pain, onto someone else.
    Hating, the only true feeling, the one that never lets you down.
    It doesn’t make you feel terrible about yourself, or even hate yourself.

    Like she did.