The Brain on Love
Now I’ve been in love plenty of times in my life. Unfortunately I don’t think those feelings were ever reciprocated. I’ve been told I’m somewhat of an old soul, and I guess I felt emotion a lot stronger than those around me from a young age.
Silly me. I usually believe a person when they say something. I guess that’s my problem and always has been. I like to see the best in people, and because of that I guess I appreciate things too much. I just can’t understand how anyone can be inherently evil.
Now I’ve seen plenty of evil. I’ve looked into the eyes of men who were intent on killing me, and I’ve seen the fear and sorrow in the eyes of men right before they kill themselves. I’ve seen this but I won’t let it make me jaded; I will always see the best in people. Maybe I’m just naive.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been in love but I know how crazy it makes you. There’s no other feeling like it. I don’t think love itself is an emotion because no other word has so many feelings attached to it. Nothing can make you happier, but nothing can make you cry harder.
When I was growing up I always wanted to be in love because I wanted someone to make me happy. I wanted someone else to do this because I wasn’t strong enough to make myself happy. Now that I’m a little older, I realize love isn’t about happiness or sadness; it’s all about the emotions in the space between.