Love, The Game of Sore Losers

For something touted to be the purest and most selfless of emotions, love can be irredeemably selfish and tainted.

I have observed that a good number of times, this thing called love usually ends in premium, hot tears. This is especially worse in times like ours where there are “plenty more fish in the sea.”

Hurtful words are said.

Even more hurtful things are done and just like that, love commits hara-kiri.

Over time, I have observed that sometimes unrequited love seems more peaceful. Unlike two-way love, unrequited love is less involving. You expect nothing and seeing you are as visible as a fly on a wall to them, they expect nothing of you. This makes it easier to navigate.

However, with the regular type of love, things get a little murky.

You expect things from them like words of kindness, thoughtfulness, and their presence at the barest minimum. When all those things are missing, a slight sinking pain settles in the center of your being.

After observing the dynamics of love in this current clime and how people fall in and out of love in just two months, I questioned if whatever it is we do these days was really love if it had an expiry date.