Love and Its Imposters

People our age don't seem to be able to tell the difference between the alluring spell of love's music or the lethal fangs of infatuation disguised only by the pure human desire to feel wanted, to feel the overwhelming power of lust blind us from the reality. No one ever wants to listen to those who see through the smokescreens, because they are addicted to the feeling of being desired, to the sensation of knowing that we are the center of someone's universe. We are a selfish species, love is more than drowning in the pure attention we gain from it, it is more than what lust makes it appear to be. Love is when your soul glows so brightly that you make the sun seem cold to the touch. Love is when your heart races at the very thought of feeling its intoxicating aura coils itself around you. Love is more than being physical, love rules over everything, lust rules over the physical aspect. In the end love may conquer over all, but you cannot have love without lust, and you cannot have love without infatuation because if you are able to learn from your mistakes while feeling infatuated with someone, you deserve true love.