Tennyson wrote that it is better to have loved and lost than to have never have loved at all. Perhaps it is the approaching spring but I realized the other night that I miss being in love. There is something terribly wonderful, something sublime about being in love.
The sweet agony that is love reminds us all of what it is to be truly alive. We are after all physical beings and that yearning for the simple touch of another sits at the centre of every truly human heart.
Love in all of its madness and glory has left scars across the human landscape for thousands of years. It is perhaps the greatest of human inventions and one that is both our redemption and our curse.
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