Love Kills

I believe love is the most beautiful of all killers. Many movies sell out at box offices when the killer is a hot, sexy woman on a revenge craze. Well in the movie of our lives the murderer is one each human naturally craves, love.

No one can deny it no matter how manly or pansy they are they crave love. The attention of the gender to which you find yourself attracted to is like a drug you yearn for all hours of the day. Many people envision love as roses and candies, smiles and laughter, but that’s not always the case. Love can be deadly in many ways. For example the woman who finds herself in love with an abusive husband. She foolishly stays with him because, well, she loves him and promises he will change anytime she finds the courage to begin packing her bags, or on the other end of the spectrum she begins packing and he beats her so bad she is afraid to leave. One day this woman becomes just another statistic when she is finally killed by the man she foolishly gave her heart to. Or perhaps you are the devoted lover who has their world is destroyed when broken up with by the one that seems to make this horrible world worth living in, and in despair you kill yourself as a last representation of your devotion for that person. These are just a few examples but I do not necessarily mean that love always literally kills the victims of its charm.

Think back to your teenage years or early 20s. Did you ever love someone that did not love you. Maybe like my 2 year relationship you found yourself the only faithful and devoted one in the entire relationship and the only one that had love for the other person. I had found myself in love with a boy who was no longer the one I had fallen in love with but I refused to admit the monster I found next to me was the same boy who once smiled and said, “I love you.” Finding out the truth killed me in a way few understand. It killed the person I had become while being with him but gave birth to the stronger more independent person I became. You see, by saying love kills all its victims I am not necessarily meaning that in a horrible anti-love way. Currently I am very much in love with a man I have known for most of my life and actually helped me through the death of my old self and helped me in the birthing process of who I am now.

For some love may be the cherry on top of their perfect sundae lives. But for others love is the beautiful killer they will never fully shy away from even if they see the sword in its hand.