A lot has been told about love, and probably more so to come with the changing times. Love is most often the subject of novels, in movies, music, poetry and the list would go on forever. It has been describe in almost every way imaginable. For the romantics, especially with the women, they often referred "in love" as being sweep off their feet or instant connection or better yet love at first sight. Some would confessed that they have met their soul mates ( that's why they are in love) or they found the one they are sure to spend the rest of their lives with ( but then, reality sinks in and they realized they're not really in love, hence, the divorce or separation). Worst, some would go to the extent of mistaking stupidity for love and use the excuse of being "in love" to agree to met a total stranger and sleep with them. I'm not sure how to say this, but probably, I'm the most unfortunate individual because I haven't been "in love"( not in the real sense anyway, which is a far cry from what most people professed to feeling towards their "loved" ones). It's pretty easy to utter this magic phrase "I love you" without really meaning it. For some men, using this magic phrase has allowed them to get to 'first base" with a least amount of effort and for most women ( no offense), hearing this magic phrase is like a balm to soothe over their fragile views of themselves that borders on absurdity and make them willing participants on acts that is one among many others, tainted concept of love. Thus, the unwanted pregnancies and eventually, abortion. As for me, I don't want to be "in love", rather I want to love and hopefully, with a grain of reality added in. When it happens, it happen. No need to rush things...
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