A sublime experience

Love is so beautiful that it is unfair to lock it in your chest, or even worse to make it cold and calculated like a game of chess. You see, love is such a beautiful thing to grow inside, to nurture and take care of for its rewards in life. What is love? You may wonder yourself. Not a magical formula that you can use on an excel cell. Maybe it’s a state of mind, or a way of living, or maybe just a chemical reaction felt for us still breathing. Some physics compare love to the fundamental forces, Gravity, electromagnetism, but only love human connections forges. Some poets think about love as a sublime experience to live. Ever changing and timeless, something you can receive and give. Love can transform, from zero to a hundred, love can make you feel at your best, but never haunted. If any, that wouldn’t be love anymore… Would be something else, something shattered on the floor.