phi-LOVE-osophy.

What is true love if not talked about?

And what is feeling if not expressed? Only a useless bundle of thoughts one can constantly put aside or use in the midst of a passionate moment.

And tell me, dear people; what has age have to do with it? Age is the barrier between those who lived and those who are living; an easy grudge to hold. Age does not immediately determine who understands and who doesn’t, which is easy to see. Only perspective matters in an equation of such extreme thoughtfulness such as love.

And such a simple emotion it is, really. One experiences it at birth, and through life, loving family, friends, and soon those closer. Love is an acquired taste one understands if willing, and if not, an even simpler emotion to cast off. For as long as I have lived, I have seen more than once someone cast off love as if it is a tissue of no more use because they don’t believe. But never have I once gotten a simple answer as to why.

Society tells us (snidely, may I add?) that love comes with time. But maybe it’s the other way around. With love, time passes as fast as either lover lets it. Love is such ecstasy (if you let it be) that it swoops you up in its gentle wings and rushes you farther down its path. The common phrase, “Time flies when having fun” has never been so true as it is today. I believe with time comes maturity, and with maturity comes a more serious love, but must love only be true when it is “serious?” And who determines how serious a feeling is; an outsider? Only you can determine the feeling you have, because it is yours. If one lets another tell them how they feel, that take away the freedom of passion, a truly heinous crime on both participants’ part.

Love, the four-lettered word for such a simply complex feeling one has, cannot be determined by anyone but yourself. And you can either claim it or leave it. And that, I believe, is what determines true love.