love

So, if I’m understanding this right, you don’t believe that love is real. Instead, you think of it as a word that is tossed around and miss used. Tell me. How can one miss use something if it isn’t real?

I never said I didn’t believe in love, just that I don’t understand it. It’s a barrier thing. The line. Define it for me.

What the hell are you talking about?

The line that separrates “like” from “love”. Where is it? How do you know when you’ve crossed it?

It’s different for everyone, of course. You can’t define it.

Then how do we know it exists?

It’s just something we take for granted. Some people can’t love at all, some love too often and too deeply and they end up getting hurt.

How sad for them.

Oh, don’t be like that. If you insist on having this conversation, the least you can do is take it seriously.

Alright. Seriously. Why is love so coveted? The way you put it, all it seems to bring is sadness. Am I to believe that the entire world is made up of masochists?