Love is Love

For different people, love can be different things, mean different meanings, and create different feelings. For me, love is all good, even though the pain of someone leaving you, when you look back, is all good because of what you have learned and strength you have gotten. Love can be an angel, bringing you joy, bliss, and all comforting love, and can be dangerous, as in depressing you to a breaking point and ultimately making you think, that life itself is worthless. It’s love that can make you depressed, but it’s love that can get you out of it too.

Love is something that can do you both good and bad, but the necessary component in living a life worth living is having love for something or some-one... Angel? Well, yeah love can be based on religion and an ideal image of a man of a woman, but I consider this a fake brain wave where your mind governs your heart, and makes you believe it is love. Dangerous? well, of course, you want love and do not want to lose it, so it brings you pain if you do love it. Maybe its the happiness that we gain from love that makes it hurt so much when we lose it. Maybe it works the other way around too... Love can be a dangerous angel, but not necessarily is.

In my lifetime, love has brought me love, hate, and depression but I still think it’s good and the best thing on earth. It has made me the person I am today and no, it hasn’t been a dangerous angel, but an angel who brings me sadness some of the time if I’m unlucky.