I once heard a song called “My Love is Like a Red Rose.” It was beautiful and romantic song, and it made me start thinking. If love was like a rose, I wouldn’t want love. Roses may be beautiful and fragrant, but they wilt, and die. What about plastic roses? Fake roses are just that, fake. They have aesthetic appeal, and are eternal, but are hollow. They are empty, lifeless, and dull. I thought for a very long time after that.
I sat and thought up everything that I could possibly compare love to. A Star? They’re bright and ever shining, but they burn up long before we know it. Not a star. Love is so unique. Maybe love is like a drug. Drugs make you irrational, you do stupid things, and most people will do nearly sell their soul to get it. That didn’t seem right either.
Love is so much more. Once you truly have it, you don’t need to find more to support your addiction. It’s fulfilling and overwhelming! However, love can be something of the opposite. Sometimes love can be terrible. It can control your thoughts and your life. People can use your love against you, to hurt you. When death takes your love, it could leave you wishing that death would take you too. Distance between you and your love can tear you apart. My boyfriend lives in Alaska, and we’ve gone through rough times and “breaks”. Distance has taken such a toll on both of us. We know that if we work hard our love can conquer this obstacle, but the journey will be tedious. The outcome will hopefully be a long life of love and happiness for us both.
I began to imagine a world without love. Without love, there couldn’t be hate. Without love or hate things like pride, and prejudice wouldn’t exist. We wouldn’t have relationships with others. Everyone we met would be a forgettable acquaintance. No one would be special to anyone else. Death wouldn’t be sad, and birth wouldn’t be miraculous, just scientific. Life would cease to be the enjoyment that it is. We, as a human race, need love. We need it every day. Life would be miserable and pointless without it. There isn’t anything in this world quite as spectacular as love. Love is incomparable.
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