Philo-philosophyIt's hard to make sense out of something so relative, intangible and immeasurable - love. On the contrary, despite its indefinite characteristic, it is the most discoursed topic, thing, phenomena, (or what name have you for it).
Now, let me even add to the bulk.
Love is like dancing in the rain. The first time you encountered it, you just try to watch it, but then you realize, you have nothing else to do. You eventually get bored of watching it, it picques your curiosity. It lures, it enraptures. You approach the rain, due to an irresistable impulse. You give in, then it entraps. The feel of its tapping on your back tickles your senses, it brings you to an ecstasy. The silly rain, it drenches you, it makes you feel heavy. You feel it embrace you. The boredom of watching it from afar is now turned into a potent feeling. Thoughts and fantasies of containing it become actions. Now, it seems, nothing could be more real. The sensations get into you. The way the rain tickles bring impulses t