Does Love really exist or is it just a trick on the senses played by mother nature? Do we reproduce because we love or are we forced to love because we reproduce?
Wouldn't love be a higher state of friendship?
All of those interesting questions will remain unanswered for the time being. That does not prevent me from asking myself: Have I loved? Have I ever really loved? or has it all been an illusion created by the human need to love no matter whom?
Is it something that is in our genes? Or is it all convenience. Can there be selfless love or do we always love because we want something in return....
I don't think I have ever experienced real love (I believe I thought I loved and was loved, but in retrospect I am sure I wasn't). Perhaps such thing exists only in works of art because of its idealized nature.
In any case, I hope to experience it... or is it worth the pain?