"What is love? Do we confuse neediness, lust, comfort, status, opportunity, control, manipulation… with love? Is love one thing or a combination of many? Why do ppl say pain is love? I’d never want a person I love to feel pain…or would I? Don’t we spite those we ‘love’ all the time? Do we hurt those we love? why? because they hurt us? so maybe love is a game? people refer to life as “the game of life” sometimes. Maybe “love” is a level in the game of life…the last and final level…where you fight til the death.."