the veil of "love"

so i have recently begun to realize that when i fall in “love” this shield falls over my eyes and numbs my body. it makes me feel euphoric and enslaves me at the same time. i willingly submit to it, unaware of the pain and stress that is being inflicted on my soul. i am a drugged slave, trading my life for a few more minutes of “love.” St. Paul described love (a butchered version):


is patient and kind

is not jealous

is not conceited or proud

is not rude or selfish or irritable

keeps no record of wrongs

is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth

never gives up

always believes, hopes, and endures

is eternal.