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Four letter word/feeling/ emotion/illusion that everyone is addicted to

사랑이가 참 더러워요.
Love is so dirty.
Everybody craves it; everybody has received it; everybody has given it; sometimes there's a giving but there's never receiving and sometimes it's not reciprocated. That's how love is: multifaceted.

And sometimes with the giving but not receiving it's not always that there isn't a mutual love it's just different languages. As in I understand love is this and I expect you to do this and I expect you to say this and you see love as saying this love is doing this and love is just sometimes unspoken. Sometimes one just feels as if love is articulated by the carbon and oxygen atoms that once inhabited our bodies forgetting that they to are preoccupied with their own electric relationships to bother with ours, yours, and theirs.

Love is just like english: its different depending on which country you are in or even where your english tutor is from. In other words love is different depending on who you are and even your examples of love. Its tricky, with english most of tge time you can hear bits and pieces and kind of guess which type of english a person is speaking. You can even ask a mere stranger without being perceived as rude. But to most people you cant just outright ask what language of live they speak or read or understand.  Sometimes even when asked most people dont know. I myself dont think I know mine.
I have these little inklings, and ideas mostly gathered from media (movies, TV, books etc), my friends, my family, and the observant part of me. I just want to reaffirm that I am not only focused on intimate heterogeneous relationships. I speak of the whole gamut.
Like this one time I was over at friends' and we were seated on the couch. There were three of us: the two sisters and myself. As we watched the movie I'd have had to be completely dense if i did not notice that I was jealous that the were sitting intertwined with one another while I sat next to them. Yeah yeah their sister bond was at play. Tell that to my feelings. 
But we can only observe ourselves. OR take that love language test thats online. I think I'll retake it and answer honestly.

Yours thoughtfully
TYB

Stay bubbly

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