The Four-Letter Drug

Love. Love is a silly little word that makes you do silly little things. Four letter word with a thousand different meanings. One action that makes one do one too many things. I say it to you. You say it back. We show it. We make it. We give it. We take it. Is there a class that can be taught where one learns all of the basics? I wish there was. I wish there was a manual for what you’re supposed to do when love causes a duel between your mind and your heart. A section on what to do when love doesn’t make logical sense. What to say when love puts you in a tough situation. When it makes you choose between what’s good to you and what’s good for you. Is it good for you? What if people tell you that you’re too young? Got plenty life left to live so just take your time and have fun. No rush. To an extent, I agree. This four-letter word should not be sought after in a ten-week reality series sort of fashion. It should be a process. Then again, do you believe in love at first sight? They say that love is blind. It’s nice to be in, but when it’s not returned, it can be quite unkind. Makes you smile. Makes you hurt. Even makes you cause hurt. Emotionally, physically, mentally. It’s the only drug that you can’t kick. No rehab. No pills to take or patch to wear. No 12-step program. Just live and learn. It’s sold legally. There’s no way to stop it. I can’t stand it sometimes. Makes me feels stupid. What can be said? What can be done? I mean, c’mon. It’s fun. Fun to believe in. Fun to feel it because you really want or need it. Usually a reason for a baby’s birth, yet also a reason for a person’s death. This is crazy. But then again, love is a silly little word that makes you do silly little things.