Love is both happiness and pain...

Love is a wonderful deception to which a person willingly agrees. Every feeling tends to turn into desire or aversion. Any passion leads to mistakes, but love leads to the most foolish ones. To love means to look not at each other, but to look in the same direction. Perfect love is only possible through correspondence. Love, a bittersweet monster, offers no protection. Love is the main way to escape the loneliness that torments most men and women throughout almost their entire lives. Love… is stronger than death and the fear of death. What is love? It is a toothache in the heart. Love is experiencing another person in all their uniqueness and individuality. Love is the only passion that recognizes neither the past nor the future. But still, it is a disease. P.S. A man who speaks eloquently about love does not love very much.