Actually, love is a fleeting feeling, one that comes and goes. You never know when it will hit you, nor where it will come from. It's a feeling that cannot be described by words or scientific terms. It's something that exist, but outside the range of our understanding. I may say that love is real, but we can't discern what it is or how it manifests. I have suffered from loving someone, I have had cheerful moments with that person, I can remember having those moment, so I say that love exists, thus making it real. I can't say it's utopian, because it's not never ending. Love ends as it begins, due to many circumstances, it doesn't remain 'till eternity, because I don't know if it exist. I think love is real because we all have had experiences with it, good and bad, and we know that love as itself may end. So, love can't be utopian, because it's not perfect, but tries to be.
mercoledì 15 dicembre 2010
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