I was asked this question a few days ago, and it stuck with me. I kept wondering, when is love ever rational? And this question led to others:
Does a modern romance even include such a thing? Or is that ‘old school romance’, from days long before we plastered selfies and our every intimate thought across the web?
Is it just hormones?
I’ve seen the word ‘insta-love’ enough lately to believe we’ve become cynical about the possibility of love at first sight. So maybe, in our modern era, we have unwittingly reduced love down to the equivalent of a possession. (As in a thing owned.)
It’s sad really, if that’s all love has become.