People often confuse love with cages.
With the "no" shouted in the morning, and which often echo throughout the day.
With the disappointed face of someone who sees you reach your goals, but is not happy for you.
I often wonder what love is, I know it in many forms, but it sure isn't that.
Depriving a human being of his or her freedom can never get anywhere near the greatness of this feeling.
The heart in the throat, the eyes shining with happiness when you see the other person happy, the beats that increase when you touch your hands and observe yourself minutely, this looks a little more like us.
Spurring the other person to grow, to make difficult choices, to go out with other people, to know the world even without you, this is another level, this is pure love.
Jealousy is love within its limits, it is love as long as it remains a game, as long as it is limited to cute adolescent phrases that we carry with us a little because we don't want to grow up and a little because life has taught us that no one will stay with us forever. , and the terror of being alone grips us.
But our fears do not allow us to deprive those around us of their freedom, man is a social animal, Aristotle said it and I firmly repeat it in the twenty-first century.
Being terrified of greeting someone when you are in the company of our so-called "love" is not normal.
Just as there are not constant scenes that come even if another person looks at you, as if you are to blame or that he had to gouge out his eyes.
Love, love, love, much praised and much hated.
You realize this "love" has only hurt you when you look for yourself and you can't find it anymore.
And it's too late, because you fell into it.
After all, today you understand and tomorrow you will return from that love, because you are no longer into it, it is enough now it eats you alive.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 