Filled grey

Never wanted to think about the abstract subject of love. So it is said that we often fall in and out of love. Fallacy. Infactuation, merely.
But when can you truely say, it IS love?
As of late, I have grown more cynical about it. Love, friendship, human relationships. The fragility of them all. Physical and emotional liminalism juxtaposed with the utopian and structuralists' ideas, are reality and dreams in debate. Purely.
Abandoned, forgotten, insignificant, used, reclussed, reduced.
We all want the same thing. It is the lengths we go to to get it that differ.
They differ.