LOVE: the king of emotions

 What is love?

If only I knew. My best friend randomly threw this question at me and it was followed by deep thought and a few minutes of silence. When the silence got too awkward, we agreed that neither of us had the expertise to answer that question and moved on to a different topic of conversation. But the question lingered on in my brain. What exactly is it, how do you define it? I have experienced romantic attraction before and the pain that comes from losing your person as well, but how do I know if any of that was love? What is the defining characteristic? Will I feel butterflies in my stomach like they show in movies? or should I believe the more recent Instagram reels which say, no butterflies equates peace and that is love? 

It was about 3 years ago when I felt something strongly for someone, the most smitten I have ever been. I had to let that person go, for the sake of self-preservation. I made a difficult decision ,where I had to choose between him and me, and I made the only right choice there is. I thought that was love, until I had this discussion about first loves with another friend, and his experience of his first love was vastly different from mine. He still grieves her loss (they broke up), but I moved on long back. Does that mean I haven't experienced my first love yet? My friend felt a lot of things for his first love, which I definitely have never felt. Maybe the conception of love differs from person to person? Or maybe love is a myth, a social construct, you know the kind of selfless emotion that they portray in movies? The one that makes you lose all other senses and makes you feel euphoric? Is it that? Or is love something unfathomable to simpletons like me who haven't yet experienced it, but easily explainable to ones who have had the golden opportunity? But again, how do those people know it was love?

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