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Love: A poison the heart craves.
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Love: A poison the heart craves.
We often speak of love as if it were immortal, a flame that cannot be quenched, a promise written in the stars. Yet, the closer one looks, the more exposed they become. Love does not remain; it arrives. It enters like a guest at the doorway of every new relationship, dressed in warmth and wonder. But a guest cannot stay forever.
At first, love is Exhilarating. It makes Tin appears as gold, turns silence into music, and makes two strangers believe they have discovered eternity in each other’s arms. But as days turn into seasons, the brightness dims. What once felt like forever begins to resemble a memory. The welcome has passed, alas Love is leaving to fool the next victim and something colder, quieter, takes its place.
Love, in this way, is less an eternal bond than a phase a season of greeting that eventually gives way to routine, duty, or even distance. And sometimes, love becomes more dangerous than beautiful. It sharpens itself into a weapon. Words like “If you love me…” become blades; promises of “forever” turn into cages. The same force that once lifted hearts now binds them, controls them, wounds Them.
Love creates demands; it creates an illusion of permanence and when permanence fails, bitterness grows in its place.
Perhaps that is why love lingers so powerfully in literature. In novels and poems, love survives because it is written, not lived. On the page, it never ages, never fades, never disappoints. But in life, it is only a phase: a welcome at the door of intimacy, gone before the journey is complete. It’s a fact love isn’t eternal its bound by its own nature to stay as memory.
And so, we must ask is love a gift, or merely an escape we crave to endure Life itself.