i found my psychology paper!
well it's not really a paper, but he told us to write a lengthy response to his question. and mind you, this is back when i was 16, pre-jason even.
What is love? Such a silly question. Love is trust. Love is unconditional. Love is giving all of yourself to another; your body, your mind, and your memories, your whole being. Love is non-existent. It is pain. It's waking up each morning wondering why it is you're here. Love is holding back. It's losing who you are. It's a prison; a prison in which you'll be kept and tortured as long as you 'love' that person. It's control. Something you lose all of when you 'love' someone. It's being helpless and overwhelmed. It's being lost in an ocean of your feelings. It's committing yourself to a life of misery; never being able to leave and save yourself. 'what is love?' you ask. I say, love is certain Death in an eternity of screaming emotions and lost souls; an unforeseen suicide.
What is love? Such a silly question. Love is trust. Love is unconditional. Love is giving all of yourself to another; your body, your mind, and your memories, your whole being. Love is non-existent. It is pain. It's waking up each morning wondering why it is you're here. Love is holding back. It's losing who you are. It's a prison; a prison in which you'll be kept and tortured as long as you 'love' that person. It's control. Something you lose all of when you 'love' someone. It's being helpless and overwhelmed. It's being lost in an ocean of your feelings. It's committing yourself to a life of misery; never being able to leave and save yourself. 'what is love?' you ask. I say, love is certain Death in an eternity of screaming emotions and lost souls; an unforeseen suicide.