They used to flatter her: love is light, love is happiness, love is good, love is ... An endless list of delights. As if love is a living being. But this is not so, love is only a feeling.
There are lovers - those who love. And there are beloved ones - those they love. This is the truth. And there is no love that would walk the streets with a gallant gait or waddle around and look into the windows.
Love is just a word. A word like a spell. It is capable of overshadowing a person. And the most difficult thing is, being in love, not to lose your beloved, loved one behind your feelings. The hardest part is not to kill him ...
You can love the body of a person, you can love his personality, or you can love the soul. These are three different types of love. Three very different loves, but it's not easy to tell one from the other.
Love directed to the body, based on sexual attraction, is burning, scorching. She's like death. True passion is so strong that consciousness surrenders to its pressure. It seems to you that you love the person, his qualities, his soul. And at the core is only a physiological attraction, a sexual dominant.
And the beloved of such love is not real - he is painted. The brain is in a fever, it needs to be freed from arousal. So he draws the perfect, alluring picture. And he doesn't care about objectivity! "You like! A worthy object! Let's!" - these are his words. The deception is revealed later ...
Passion is devoid of objectivity, it is devoid of truth. So remember: if the brain is seized with excitement, you are in danger ...