I have contemplated 'Love' for the ever long duration of my never ending life. It has yet to become a concept that I can comprehend, and for one simple reason: In all the years that my heart has beat and breath has continued to be an unconscious action, I have not yet felt the overwhelmingly warm emotion. I have felt the affectionate emotion I deem to call love toward those who share my blood – though it is a small number that I say so to truthfully – but it hardly feels as if it were a complete version of the emotion.
Everyone who has loved has hated. Love does not exist without the malicious emotion of hatred. In all my days, I have not yet learned to hate. It is a foreign concept to my body, mind, and soul. I will not hate in the life I am to live, and if that keeps me from knowing love, then so be it; that shall be my tragic Legend.
The Immortal who knew neither love nor hatred.
Both emotions are incomprehensible to me. How could one feel such feelings? Love, complete love, comes with infectious happiness. It comes with the sweetest consideration and kindness to those who have been graced as soul mates. And Hatred, complete hatred, comes with the great yearning to destroy someone. It comes with the obsession to see someone without happiness.
Love comes with the creation to need to see the world without Hatred, and Hatred comes with the creation to need to see the world without Love.
A deep desire has bloomed within me to feel love and, indirectly, hatred. Love above all, for I have contemplated its reason for so long. For too long. But I will refuse it if an option is given to me, whether or not I should bask in its glory.
With all of my thoughts I have yet to understand the concept of love; the emotion Love.
Such will be my tragic Legend.