What does love mean? Sex = love?
When you just have enough external blinding to give in to your own instincts. After all, what happens when you cannot resist your own reason? You take love for existence. As a flow of non-redundant energy to support your vital process in life. And everything else against this background loses its meaning or simply fades into the background. Becomes less significant.
And in the same delusions you can get lost. Search for a way out of the maze, but never find it. Live according to a schedule you can't do without.
You are the person you need. The only arguments justifying our reason.
But what to do when feelings have a huge meaning in life for you? And this is not just sex, not just entertainment or calming your own physical needs.
When the soul has an attractive force for you, which destroys all ideals, which then lose their place in a confused image. You are trying to understand life. To understand what pleasure is. And it can not only be a pleasure. This can simply include simple but very powerful things like helping others, being compassion, caring, sincerity and friendship. This is Love?
What is love? When you pray for someone completely alien to you, you sincerely wish well-being on his life path, ask for light to always illuminate his path in the dark moments of his existence.
You give a particle of your faith to another person without asking for anything in return. And even if his heart responds to the call of your soul, gently touching it, you constantly feel a tremor in your body, not understanding what causes cripple the ranges of your skin nerve endings. Your eyes absorb the flame of his presence and your souls merge, burning your bodies with sparks, tormenting to the ends of your fingers, kisses will captivate your consciousness, immersing your brain in a euphoric state of being. You bind your thoughts and souls in chains, simply afraid of losing each other forever. It doesn't matter at all what your origin, race or status is.
It is not necessary to see a person with your eyes in order to love him, because behind the appearance things can be hidden much more powerful, magical and stronger. Stronger than gusts of wind or cold blizzards in winter. Stronger than various quarrels and scrapes. This is a look, alluring, languishing, sparkling and deeply loving to the point of loss of pulse and heartbeat. These are trials passed together, difficulties, when strong affection, understanding and interweaving of thoughts are born. It is more than sex, more than the satisfaction of one's biological origin. It is love that requires no reward. This feeling, which fetters, binds you for centuries with the subjects of your inner disorder. This is more than just love.