Love is a battlefield and a many splendoredthingsg. Love hurts and stinks. It's wonderful, beauteous, life-transforming and oh so deadly. Romantic love isa mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw. Think I'm a tad severe, huh? Well, check out Relationship Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (ROCD). Beware and respect its power. The power and insanity of love, my friends, needs to be respected and not toyed with. Lose the cutesy songs, and the romanticization of a seriously emotional concept. Its atavistic, primordial and wonderful. And lest you think I'm anti-love, you couldn't be further from the truth. It's a gift when reciprocated and when shared between two rational, centered, realistic and grounded adults. But when one of this equation factors is amiss or missing . . . KABOOM!

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