Love.
I love you.
Why is it that a word and a phrase that can give so much pleasure can also cause so much fear and anxiety? How can 'love' be the most overly discussed topic and yet still have so much relevance and emotion attached to it? How can 'I love you' at times be a mundane and lackluster phrase but also be so increibly powerful that it can bring tears to the eyes of both the speaker and the receiver?
There are hundreds upon hundreds of websites offering advice on how, if, and when one should tell someone they love them (at least in the romantic sense). If one's feelings are true then shouldn't their expression come rather naturally? That's not to say that voicing those feelings should or would be easy.
I suppose the thing that makes love and loving so confusing is the presence of many different forms of love and how they become convoluted. There's the love between parent and child, siblings, friends, and romantic lovers. But for the purposes of my ramblings I shall be mainly pondering romantic love...
To Be Continued
P.S. It took four sittings to write this one post, ironic?
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