I never understood why Juliet didn't run away with Romeo. Why allow the one person you love to be sent into exile without you. When you say 'I love you' -and really mean it- doesn't it also mean 'where you go, I go. your problems are mine, your pain is mine, and your shame is mine.'? Is that not what it means?
See, as far as I know, when you love someone, it has no conditions attatched to it. Should love not be love, regardless of consequence? Regardless of hurt? Regardless of difficulty? Of course no human can live in perfect love, but...all the same, should we not work to attain it?
I think love is, in one sense, throwing yourself wholly at a person. You need them more than you need anything else, and you care so deeply for them that the two of you are practically one person, feeling eachothers pains and joys. Affection, being a feeling, not an all-consuming state of being, is not love, it is a part of love.
It bothers me when people say they fall out of love. You can't fall out of love. You can fall out of a mutual affection, you can quit desiring eachother sexually, sure, but you can't fall out of love. A love that can be discontinued was never love to begin with. You can argue with me about this all you want, but I will never, EVER change my opinion on this.
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