we have wasted centuries trying to solve love like it is last sunday’s crossword puzzle. we ruminate, calculate, psychoanalyze and genetically screen love until it’s stripped down to irrelevant prime numbers. it is a billion dollar cold case that we refuse to close.
and somewhere out there someone is getting a good laugh out of us. because they know that love is chaos. a wild poltergeist. there are no rules of the game, no definitions, no patterns. love is not anything and therefore it is everything. it is best friends, it is strangers on a waiting room. it is opposites, it is counterparts. it is indisputable, it is more complicated than that.
and granted, such anarchy is terrifying to accept. computed algorithms of compatibility are rendered futile. yet it is revitalizing as well. love has not staled in a claustrophobic formula. it has a pulse. so we just have to stop suffocating it. we have to allow it to catch its breath, give it a 10 second get-a-away and trust that one day we will recognize it when we see it.
