I wonder why people think of us as halves. And for some people, their only goal in life is to find 'the other half of them'. What if we were quarters. So that we'd have room for more people in our life. Isn't it possible to love more than one person at a time? Or what if we were eighths or tenths. No matter how many people you hate, there'll always be a whole heap that you love.
So then, the question is, what does it mean to love somebody? There's the infatuated love. Where physical urges rules most hearts. And it is fleeting like a shooting star and a box of chocolates. Then there's the 'i kinda love you' kind of love. Where you laugh and you joke and you're glad you have the other person in your life. Then there's the 'i love you' kind of love. The heartbreaking, groundshaking, moviemaking kind of love. A feeling so strong it makes you cry. It sends shivers up your spine and drives you insane.
So why do people go through life looking for this other half of themselves? Because it's that love they're chasing. The lasting, heartbreaking kind that rips you apart and glues you back together all at the same time. like a sickness and it's cure together. like sun and rain all at once. Because, i suppose, everybody's looking for something worth living for, fighting for, dying for. So they look for love. And love is what brings them home.
