I know now why Sherlock Holmes or Batman never loved. No other feeling, not even your worst fear can make you as weak as Love does. The worst part is it works lethally, and all the time keeps you under the impression that it is the best thing that ever happened to you. It mesmerizes you to the extent that you forget to read the fine print. There are rules laid down by Love and you just blindly sign off your sanity, your well-being and your life to this great conqueror of men.
Love dictates that you cannot choose the person you will fall in love with. Looks, appearance, voice, intellect or past have nothing to do with it. There is a person who is just made for you and everything about her is the best. She cannot ever go wrong, has tremendous potential, and every fault of hers has a perfectly plausible reason or explanation, even if the entire world thinks of her as a hopeless case.
Love requires that the brain be relegated at best to be a crony of the heart and Love and think in the way your heart wants it to think, and at worst is just a memory bank, every square nanometer of which is kept to memorize every moment you spend with your loved one. The poor brain is just a visionary courtier in a kingdom of fools ruled by Love and heart, where his voice has no takers and his opinions are at best given a patient hearing before being laughed off. The brain goes insane, but Love couldn’t care less.
Love takes no responsibility for your heartbreak. That was not written in the contract you signed. Love cannot guarantee that you will be loved back with the same intensity, it doesn’t even guarantee that you will be loved back at all. And if that happens, you have no court to hear your appeal. You are guilty of loving and expecting when you shouldn’t have expected. You have broken the rule of loving selflessly and you have received the punishment. Your friends cannot help you, your family cannot help you. Even God cannot help you. You are on your own.
Love does not take any responsibility of the other feelings you feel when you are infected by it. How can Love be associated with pain, depression, frustration, jealousy, envy, obsession, anguish, absent mindedness? You are bordering blasphemy if you think so. these feelings are a result of your own imagination and fantasies and Love has nothing to do with it.
Love has no cure for broken hearts, heartaches, depressions. Love is an illusionist, not a doctor and certainly not a shrink. So go find your own cure instead of falsely accusing Love for inflicting these injuries upon you. Love was the best thing that happened to you and you failed to take care of it. You failed to honour it and surrender to it. Now you shall pay. And how!
Love intoxicates. And the intoxication is absolute. There is no rehabilitation for love addicts and their only ray of hope is Time, the only perennial resource God has to offer. Your only hope is that given sufficient Time, the gaping wounds of a torn heart, an insane mind and a throbbing and pricking pain will be reduced to scars that can be hidden behind a smile or the false reason of a busy life.
The only antidote for Love us a Love more powerful than itself. And the above rules apply here as well, and more rigidly. If things are different this time, you may end up the happiest person alive. If not, you may not live to tell the tale.