Our souls go searching…

I often ask myself this of love:

Is love that which makes you obsess about someone else for no discernible reason?  Is it the smile and the butterflies you get in anticipation of that person’s arrival?  Is it the reason you stay in bed in your lovers embrace instead of going to work?  Is it that feeling you get after just meeting somebody and you know that there is something there?  Is it an essence? a super-natural feeling that defies all rules of logic and science to make us both the strongest and the weakest we could possibly be?

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Is love people who come together out of need?  Is it two people who know that they can’t face the world alone and so they find somebody that they can get along with well enough to face it together?  Is it something learned? Is it something that just grows stronger until eventually one learns that they can no longer function without their beloved?  

Who knows if there even is an answer.  But our souls go searching.