Infatuation, though misunderstood, even holds bearing on what distraught feelings one may not share with the other. More than just a passing of stares, and looks, but rather...gazes between one another that in a moment you would die for that person, you would sacrifice for that person everything and anything you hold dear to make them feel the same way you do about them.
Yet, I hear stories of cheating without forgiveness, mistakes with anticipated judgment, and fear and cowardice to expose a truth that the other probably is in suspicion of anyhow. Our generation feeds off of this drama and exposes themselves in a horrific manner that is the exact opposed force of this 'emotion'. Love is a joke, love is a mistress to be beaten with a cane, love is merely a word used too lightly in this day and age that we use as an excuse to fill an emptiness out of selfish action.
I am reminded of Shakespeare and his epic novel Romeo and Juliet. Who was braver to sacrifice one for the other? Neither, their families tied them to an insurmountable tragedy that they could not overcome, not even then is it love. Romeo did not love Juliet in the way we see love as it is today, if Romeo had not killed Tybalt and just eloped with Juliet, the story would have ended happily. Yet, his blind rage did not exemplify his love for Juliet, but rather fueled his anger towards her through proxy of her cousin. I think this was William's point, many would disagree, but as a writer myself I would have to say that his story was not of love, but of misplaced hatred.
I am told that love exists and that it is out there, but I have yet to see it in it's entirety.
KANNABULL IS FULL.
