Is love energy?
All the people I’ve loved in my life? I still love them. Boys who broke my heart. Boys whose hearts I broke. Friends I haven’t seen since I was a kid. No matter how a relationship ends, the love doesn’t go away. If it did, there would be no such thing as a broken heart. It hurts because we love. Still and always. And when we see someone we haven’t in ages, that instant spark is the love surging out of the little space it waited in, just as bright as it was way back when. Maybe it’s changed a little. We all grow up and become someone else. But it’s there, for me, absolutely
Energy. Water. Constants that can only change form, not be created or destroyed. Vast, but finite. But love? Is there a finite amount to go around? Is it like energy and water, existing at constant rate? Maybe, once we’re gone along with all those who knew us, all the love we shared gets put back into the pool to be used by others. And if we, like everything else in the universe, recycle, maybe that love just gets carted along back with us, ready to be dipped into as needed.
I thought I’d write this post as a way of working out my thoughts to my own satisfaction, but this one is eluding me a whole week later. So I’m asking you your thoughts, if you have any on the matter.
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