"when you look at anything too closely it starts to lose its meaning"
I will probably be called heartless for this inconclusive theory on the non existence of love. What is left, unfortunately, is the memory of Old Love and we constantly using the myth of Old Love and claiming her ghost actually hovers through our hearts causing the imaginative butterflies and heart flatters.
Ghosts existence have always been mythical. Only some believe in panoramal activity- some even go as far as seeing this spiritual yet inconclusive relm and claim interaction is inevitable. I personally have always thought there is a relm, here where we live, same house, same room except we live differently. They go about their business while we go about ours and once in a while, we find ourselves at the same place, standing in the same footprint as them. When this happens we call it "weird feeling" in the place we are. I'd like to think for them they think we're the ghosts! I agree this is an inconclusive theory which is somewhat hard to comprehend and far off swallow. Unfortunately this farfetched (or not) inconclusive theory is the same with the farfetched believe in the existence of Love since Old Love passed. I believe reality is nothing but a pigment of our imagination, so I figure we imagine the existence of Love and/or stand with the existence of Old Love's ghost.
I have to be the bearer of bad news to tell you that Old Love's ghost is a myth. She had no decedents and her line of passion, loyalty, truthfulness, patience, understanding, compromise, faithfulness, uncontrollable emotional connection just seized to exist. We are all in denial as humans because we claim to have created Old Love. We hope to have been the makers of this amazing feeling to begin with. We refuse to be responsible for her death and no-one will admit to her killing/manslaughter yet we seem to be doing life with the high divorce rates, unfaithfulness/cheating, passion crimes. . . The works. And after we've done it all we look into the eyes of the jury without shame and blame all our immorality on the ghost of Love.
RIP Old Love
