Love is a question mark, a word invented by human kind.
What does it actually mean?
If we say that we are crazy about someone because we even swap syllables when in their presence, so much we want them mixed with us, even in terms of flesh, can we guarantee that we will not be to the other extreme ever, say hate that person mortally, or to the middle part, be indifferent?
Obviously not. In fact, all the evidence we have points to precisely the opposite situation.
We do not love a person: We love the idea we created about them.
We love ourselves in the end.
Our ideas are obviously a continuation of ourselves.
Psychology talks a lot about projection: Human beings can actually project things on others and therefore invent that others are things that they could never be.
It is true that eventually we may find someone who actually correspond to our idea, when we then should have a perfect match.
It is however an extremely rare thing, despite the interpretation that some give to the words of Monica Buonfiglio (seven twin souls for each one of us), to find our perfect match whilst on earth.
It is also obviously much more likely that we never change our taste in terms of profession and jobs, also in terms of life objectives, than that we never stop loving someone.
Unconditional love has the idiot, and therefore certainly not a righteous person, who would be the wisest always, blessed by God in terms of wisdom: We love up to the point in which that person correspond to our expectations, or at least to some of them, perhaps to the most important of them.
If our main paradigm in an intimate relationship is sexual exclusivity, it obviously suffices that we are sure that that person had sex with someone else for us to stop loving them.
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