Love? (Essay)

Love. What's that? I don't know If I have ever felt it. Have you? How do you know it's love? I still can't make my mind about this. It's like a constant debate between being Summer Finn or Tom Hansen. Love... Summer swears she doesn´t believe it exists, and Tom has an unbreakable faith. He keeps falling in love each and every time, waiting for "the one". 

"Tom: Okay, but wait, what happens if you fall in love? 

Summer: You don't believe that, do you? 
Tom: It's love. It's not Santa Claus."

I truly think, Summer is just afraid. Her parents couldn't find it, why would she even look for it? To suffer? "Love is suffering" say some. It might be true, but.. Isn't love worth suffering? When you love someone you give the other person the power to destroy you completely. You hand them the axe that can cut off your head, but you hope and trust the other person won't do it, because they love you too. Vulnerable people like me and Summer, are too scared of consequences, the end is all we think about, we're pessimistics. We need to learn, how to enjoy the present, enjoy each second. Maybe it doesn't last forever, but you can't waste love, you can't prevent yourself from loving, because then, you won't be able to feel it. But as Eric Jong said "Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." 

Maybe love is like a disease, which starts presenting all these little symptoms, and you don't realize until it's too late. When the other person can make you smile with no words, and can make you cry the same way. When he or she is on your mind all day long, each of the 1440 minutes a day, the 604800 seconds of the week, to a point is almost unbearable, fantastically unbearable. Because everytime you're together problems are gone, the rest of the world disappears for a while. "To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia." as H.L. Mencken says. Maybe it's those butterflies in your stomach, your heart pounding on your throat, your breathing rushing, each time your hands brush. When you start noticing those little gestures which characterize your loved one, those that make you laugh remembering how stupidly in love you seem for noticing it, and when you can't sleep because being awake is already a dream come true. When you love each and every flaw, the other person's imperfection has you in awe, because it makes him or her perfect for you, and you feel it's the missing piece for your puzzle. Maybe, it is a lot simpler... Maybe it's when you put their happiness first.

You may think I'm too young to know about love, to even speak about it. But isn't love the one that makes you feel like a twee, unconscious, irresponsible teenager? "Love is too young to know what conscience is."- W. Shakespeare. Lot's of people tell me I'm crazy, that feeling like this is mad, but I agree with Nietzche, "There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." I don't know, love is just unexplainable, it breaks your inner order, your mind, it releases you. "Love to fault is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged and unconfined, and breaks all chains from everymind." - W. Shakespeare.

We may not know what it is, but we can't deny it's existence. If it doesn't exist, then why do we talk about it? Why do so many people write about it? Guess it is like Tom Hansen said, "You'll know it when you feel it". Let it be, don't be scared, let it get in your bones, ignite your soul, it may come to your door and struck you at any moment, and then, You'll know it.