I Will Be With You Where Ever You Go, Through the Eyes of the Fly on the Wall.

So. Love.
What is love, really.
Four letters, one syllable and a whole lot of meaning.
What what is this meaning?
Is love that shaky feeling you get one looking at a special someone?
Is it the heart wrenching feeling you get when someone who you think is supposed to always be there for you but lets you down once again?
Or is it that splendid feeling you get when He or She makes you feel wanted?
Or is it just the result of a some Neurotransmitters and chemicals in our brains?
Who Knows>
And a Special someone?
What does that mean? Someone who you could not live with out?
Your best friend?
The last person you think about at night before bed?
The person you would do anything for?

It makes me wonder. What everything means, why we do certain things, Behave in certain ways.

That moment, when we think everything is about to fall apart. Are we in such a mess because we love that person or is it our unconscious taking over, it's own way of saying that our need of feeling wanted, of being important to someone is no longer as fulfilled as it once was.

Are we so upset because we are losing someone we love, or are we upset because one of our basic psychological needs appears to be at risk?

I suppose no one really knows the answer to that question.
Perhaps it is better to keep an illusion of love and everything that goes with it.

Through personal experience I strongly believe that, as said in the song Everything we Had by The Academy is, if you "take the pain out of love and love won't exist".
After all, if you don't feel pain when it all comes crashing down then how can you claim to have ever loved them?