Seriously though, it doesn't. Not in the slightest. Lust, sure, but love? Nope. Depressing to think about, yeah, but true.
Everything I have observed thus far in life points to this being the case; love simply does not exist in any true form. There is no such thing as that "God I wish he/she was here..." love. There is only "God I wish anybody of the opposite sex who is appealing was here,,,"
My mother and father have been married for some 30+ years, and yet all my mother ever talks about is how she wonders what it would have been like had she married someone else. Then she tells me about how she was dating multiple guys while her boyfriend of 2 years was off working in Hawaii for a month. That is both disgustingly immoral and downright infuriating. And before you start at me, guys that sleep around are just as depraved as women who do. Point being, here I thought my parents were these noble and rightious, upstanding people all this damn time and I have begun to find some disturbing !@#$ in their past that, quite frankly, freaks me the hell out. You will, of course, understand if I refuse to reveal such things on the internet. Suffice to say it's entirely the opposite of the image they have constructed during and after my birth.
More to the point (please excuse me if I ramble around a bit) my parents can stand each other, enjoy each other's presence, and are capable of living together. Does that mean they love each other? No. I have exactly those same conditions with my roommate. Does that mean I love my roommate? Hardly. So what does "Love" entail? Dying for someone? I would die for my friends. Sexual gratification proves a relationship of "love"? Well teenagers of this day and age have gone a long way to prove THAT'S not true... So what? What is love?
This is exactly what hit me like a brick a while back. I've been in a few relationships and i've been witness to MANY, many more among my peers. One of my life hobbies is observing people, and I have observed a GREAT MANY THINGS. What have I observed? Well, in every case there was a breakup not caused by someone acting like an ass (cheating, etc.) it was ALWAYS because of "Well, I thought I was in love... but I really wasn't." EVERY TIME, without fail, this was the "issue" that caused the breakup at its root. And thus did I realize that these people were never in love with each other, they were in love with the idea of being in love!
We've grown so attached to this idea that love actually exists, that life isn't just a play of hormones on our bodies, that there is "someone" out there for everyone. Well, GUESS WHAT, there isn't! It's all reduced to god damned science! The reason you like that guy is because he can provide for you and has physical features that your hormones are telling you would allow for excellent children! THAT'S IT DAMNIT! You replace that same guy with one who acts nearly the same and you'll "feel" the same damn way about him, I assure it.
I was recently talking with one of my exes and the conversation came to how we broke up.
"Love," I say, "Is a grand and glorious thing. Love pushes you to do things you would never do, love makes you live, love fills you with happiness you cannot imagine!"
"Love?" says she. "I don't get it. What makes you love someone? What's the difference from having a boyfriend and hanging out with someone. Sex (we're going to assume she also refers to all physical kinds of contact associated with love)? Well, you can have sex without love.... How do you know when you're in love?
"Uh..." I say, "Well... you... you get this feeling, you know? It's so powerful you can't stop it, and it overwhelms you, and you just know."
"You know what?" She says, a smug look on her face, "You just spouted the same metaphorical bull!@#$ that Christians spit at you while discussing "God's Glory" or the "Holy Spirit" or whatever, and I know you hate it when they pull that abstract crap out of their ass. The truth is you don't know, do you?"
Amd suddenly I realized she was right. I have never felt love before. I've been in relationships that have lasted years, I never felt that same "overwhelming feeling" I had attempted to describe.
She's right, she's absolutely right. Love doesn't exist. That mutual "soul connection" does NOT exist. It just doesn't. There is mating, there are primal instincts, and there is nothing more. God it's like thinking about the Matrix and realizing that, no matter how real it looks, it's all just a bunch of numbers and code just beneath the surface...
God how depressing...
There is no point to this thread other than discussion. No flaming, please. I don't need people telling me i'm an idiot because frankly, I don't give a damn what bad opinion you have of me. If you can't have a civilised discussion you're the damned idiot and that knowledge gives me peace.
This is not the picture that was supposed to be painted with the title "Love" above it.