Love games...

Since when did love become a game?

Why must we play hard to get, or throw ourselves on the person to be recognized?

Love means:

*a feeling of strong, selfless or constant regard for and dedication to someone;positive regard for something

*affection, attachment, devotedness, devotion, fondness, passion, appetite, favor, like, liking, partiality, preference, taste; craving, crush, desire, infatuation, longing, lust, yearning; ardor, eagerness, enthusiasm, fervor, zeal; esteem, regard, respect; adoration, idolatry, worship; allegiance, fealty, fidelity, loyalty

*delight (in), dig, enjoy, fancy, groove (on), like, relish, revel (in); admire, esteem, regard, respect, revere, reverence, venerate; enshrine, memorialize; adore, dote (on), idolize, worship, appreciate, cherish, prize, treasure, value

*a strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties
*affection and tenderness felt by lovers
*affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests
*an assurance of love
*warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion
*the object of attachment, devotion, or admiration
*a beloved person : darling —often used as a term of endearment
*unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another:
*in love: inspired by affection

Although love is a feeling, an action, and not a word, nor an emotion to even dare to try to sum up with flimsy words, a combination of them, gives a fairly clear idea.

So, upon this thought, I cannot figure why love continues and insists on being a game. The heart is definitely something that is not to be tinkered with, for it has permanent effects, its changes forever, scars forever. Weather there is someone you are in love with, loved by, loving-friendship, family, a lover, anything.

People are afraid of breaking glass, losing money, but why not breaking a heart, or losing someone you love? A persons value is far greater than something that can be remade, despite the cost.

It is rather disturbing that we do not care, until someone is lying on their death bed, and then we realize how much we love them, need them, appreciate them. You begin to realize how their absence in your life will effect your every thought, your every act...Why do we find it so difficult to utter those 3 words in reverence and mean them? You don't have to wait around to say them until someone is in their casket, dead and gone, their body laying in the cold ground. That truely is tragic.