Love, Hate

I don't know if I have spoken about it here, or anywhere. I don't know if words can do justice to love. Is that what always stopped me or, what was it? Was I afraid to think of it, feel it? Was I afraid to live, was I afraid to love? Was I plainly confused with so many opinions from the several discourses and articles and stories I had read? I honestly don't know!

How far can one go to love? These days my idea of distance seems obsolete. How far is really far? Is there any standard protocol? or is everything just measured with relativity? Simple relativity?

I like to believe everything is relative and most are subjective. In which case, does it also apply to love? Does it make one eloquent, or does it put one into profound silence? Is it the change you never anticipated? Where is love? What is love? Who loves? How does it come along?

What is hate? Is it as extreme as it is said? Is it just said or is it believed? Is it the action or the reaction?

Love and hate: what is the cause, what is the consequence?

Do I really need answers? Do you really need answers?

At one point, do you even continue to have questions?

Have you felt the relief in hatred and pain of love? Do you want it?

Do I want it? In all hell, heaven, and earth, yes! I want it. Is it just "it"? Aren't love and hate two sides of the same coin? You cannot have one without the other. There is no clear distinction between the two.
Is there pleasure? Is there pain? Is it both? Can you handle it? Do you want it?

I cannot answer that for myself, I won't try to give you answers.

Then why am I writing about it?

I want love, and I want everyone to love.

Love, love, love.