I decided, everyone of us appreciates and connects with the topic of love.
We seek it, always, like it will quench our thirst and will feed our hunger. We hunt it to feel the pleasure of it being hunted. We search and do anything for it even when it costs us our life. But, we never get to question it. Yes, we doubted it. Yes, we we're deceived by those who we thought had conjured it. Yet, we never questioned it.
It is love's greatest tragedy.
It will never be questioned because it is love.
Because it is what it is.
But what if it needs to be questioned?
What if it needs to be confirmed?
What if it needs to be riddled out of the four letters it is formed?
We love love blindly like how we seek it.
We put our faith in it even when we don't have the idea of it.
So maybe that's love's greatest tragedy.
Maybe it wants to be loved not blindly but with your senses whole and unbiased.
Maybe it wants you to question it in order for it to answer with its heart.
Maybe it wants you to solve the riddle so that you can't only see the four letters that forms it but why it was put together.
Maybe love deserved to be loved not because it is love but because it needs to be itself and be recognized as true.
Thus, this may be love's greatest tragedy.