Reflection of love
Love is an illusion, a refl= ection of understood feelings and lost emotions. There is nothing true about love = but the suffering it leaves us behind. But what do you know about love? You’re just a little boy that is starting to feel strong emotions. You can’t love if you can’t handle the true and the true is that you must sacrifice your happiness without regretting your actions.
&nbs= p; Love is for people who are mentally mature. And that does not mean to be chronic= ally old but to be mentally grown. Do you know what the difference between whim = and love? Whim is something more intense and that lasts longer. Love is somethi= ng free that can move around. Nothing or no body can hold it. Love is freedom = but it can be also a prison, a prison where you can spend the rest of your life= .
&nbs= p; Love is a gamble game, where you can win all or lost everything. I f you want to feel real love you have to bed all your money, which are emotions, feelings, dreams and thoughts. You can’t just bet a smell amount of those. But before you gamble, you need to know what you hav= e and if it’s worth. In order to love you have to take risks, and you have = to pay the price of such risks.
&nbs= p; Love is an illusion but how can it be an illusion? If when you love…you see everything clear…you can see the soul, the interior design of that special person. You can see the ghost and not just the bag of bones and skin that we all call body. &n= bsp; = ; &n= bsp; = ; Love…Love…Love is there any other word to describe that destructive force? I guess there’s none. Love is the universe…immense and eternal. Love is= a secret…a mystery that just few people know.
&nbs= p; Am I one of those people?
I’m sorry Jorge…love can’t not be kn= own just by one person. There have to be two! But why? Because the only way to = feel love is by sharing it with someone else.
&nbs= p; Injustice…Injusti= ce…Injustice! Please conscience stop! Let my heart alone!
Inside of me, there is a war…a conflict between = my conscience and my heart. My heart can’t think but it can feel. He is humble. He is sensitive. He is goofy. He is happy. He is always in love. In= the other hand, my conscience thinks but it can’t feel. She is cruel. She= is arrogant and sarcastic. She is making fun of my heart. As in any war, there= is always love. From hate, love comes. At night when I sleep I can hear my conscience and my heart having romantic talks. He laughs, she cries, and th= ey both tell their experiences. And when I’m about to wake up…they kiss with so much passion that I can’t get out of my bed. Maybe that’s the reason that some people are late for school.
&nbs= p; Love and hate are related to each other, one can’t live without the other.= If we don’t hate we don’t love and if we don’t love we don’t hate. That is the nature of human beings.
&nbs= p; I will never understand love…and I don’t want to, because what is= the point of love if you don’t struggle for it. Feelings, emotions, dream= s, and thoughts will die along the war. Who says that love was an easy game to play?