Illogical

There are so many certainties in this world. Man has chosen to define why acts are engaged, or why people behave in certain situations. So far though, none has come to explain true love or any of its predecessors; like, lust, or longing. There is no known cure for the heart pains for love, no vaccine for long sleepless nights.

            As enthused as I am about the progress of man I am also glad at his failures. If man had found a way to counteract love, made a pill to rival the mythological river Lethe I would have taken it. I would have missed the precious nights I spent pining for you, or the way my mind reconstructed the few moments we had.

            To the root of this message lies a belief of mine that man tries too hard to explain the unexplainable, bring reason to the unreasonable, or logic to the illogical. I say this because love is a feeling that is not felt with any organ. The brain does not register love; the brain registers logic, reason and explanations.

            I say this because it is reason that discouraged me from straying toward you, but alas away. I was reasoned that it would be bad to confess, confess I want to be with you for the rest of my life, for the rest of life itself. Basically, I am writing this as a vigor, a pep, something to prepare myself for my final logical act. After this everything I do will be for love, and with love there is no logic, so as my last act I will confess to you something I’ve wanted to forever, I will use the final of the three parts of mankind, the Id, the Ego, and the Superego.

I love you, there is no period at the end of this because there is no end to it, essentially; to the very core of myself I can only find my love for you.

I love you