About love and limits

Define love and you will kill it: you’ll put it limits, and if love’s special feature is that it has no limits... then at least according to me, anything you define, will have limits, since actually, what you’re defining it’s not the thing itself, but its limits huh? (God Nory! you should get a life!). Anyway, we’re used to live with limits, I mean, we need them!, wether if it’s to follow them or break them, you need that line of yes and no, because you can’t break a rule that doesn’t exist!, what’s its joke?

Never mind, with love is different. There aren’t, or there shouldn’t be limits for love... that makes it really ambiguous, like Gods ideal, maybe that’s the reason why we often hear that love and God are the same thing (then I wonder why the Church gets so annoyed and annoying when it comes about making love, I mean, that would be the time when we see God!). That’s why, if God or love are everything, then they might also incubate evil! (YES!! they’re everything ladies and gentlemen!!!), and I don’t wanna hear that God is the lack of evil... I think there aren’t bipolarities to God, there’s no dark, there’s no light, because there aren’t limits, there’s no opposite.

Then, my point is (yeah, I know you’re lost! but hold on) that there’s nothing that cannot be done in love. We’re always supposed to do this, and not to do that , but if i DO love you, then what’s the difference?? if there isn’t something prefixed that I’m supposed to do with that love I feel, what matters? there’s no way of changing it, I feel it, wether i do what you expect me to do, or I don’t! Then let me be myself!!, don’t assume anything if I tell you I love you, if you want to know what will I do with that love I feel, then fine! just ask me! but don’t expect me to follow your limits! (Nory! come back, don’t beat about the bush!)

Ok... after my cheap philosophy, I’ll explain why am I so honeyed.
When you feel love, please don’t put it limits, love wasn’t made to be defined, just feel it!! and enjoy it!! because often it doesn’t last!
I don’t know when did this butterfly that I have started flying...I know that its life will be short, but with no limits at all....
You got the message? I love you, nothing can change that, but it can’t change anything either!
(there was no answer, just a painful look, and he left)