Love Makes You Hot

Let’s talk about love. It is patient and kind. It is lighter than air. Its power is curious, making one man cry out in anguish while causing another to lift his voice in a musical fashion. It hurts, scars, wounds, etc. And yet, with everything we know about love — it never stays, its ending is always accompanied by pain and regret, the heartbreaks it engenders often last a lifetime — we continue to seek it out, blithely convincing ourselves that this time will be different, that there is actually a real, enduring love out there and not only will we find it but, against all evidence to the contrary, we deserve it. And that, I think, is why we’re so desperate for love. When we are loved, we are briefly able to ignore how deeply unworthy we are as people. Our pettiness, our baseness, our selfishness, our vacuity — all these things go out the window when we are the object of someone’s affection. Even though we know it is only temporary, those moments of being special, of being valued, of being at the center of someone else’s heart, are the most precious moments of human existence. No wonder we crave it so desperately; it is the only thing that assures us we are worthwhile. Also, it makes our partners think that we are much more attractive than we really are, which is a nice bonus.

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