A Primal Surrender

I have been thinking of this for many days, trying to be clever with the words I use in my work, but no matter how hard I try, the answer eludes me.

“Now that I think of it, there was something else I wanted to ask you: What is love to you?”

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Love? The indescribable feeling of longing? the same feeling that controls where my mind resides? No, that's not love, Love is more than that.. Which makes it so much worse to fall into. Love is a jail, but also sanctuary. 

A prison cell in which we are trapped by our own desires and can never escape from... But a sanctuary in which we will always be safe. A home away from home.

Love is like breathing. It's impossible to live without it. We cannot survive for long without inhaling or exhaling air. Without loving someone, we are nothing.

We need love in order to live. And even if we could, it would be meaningless.

But there is one thing I do know about love:

It has always been there, just as it always will be.

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This is all so confusing!

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You're not making any sense at all!

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Why couldn't you have told me this earlier?!

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What am I supposed to do now...?

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Is there anything left for me to do at all?

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How should I put this?

I'm afraid you've overstepped your bounds here.

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Please leave me alone.

"...I don't know what love is to me."