Romans & histoires Love Is Just A Chemical Reaction

“I don’t think I love Shane.” “And so?” Alice asked, arching a brow. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t love your father either.” “But… did you ever love someone else?” Alice Reynolds let out a laugh, short and sharp. “Love is just chemicals and hormones in the brain. It’s like an addiction. Stop feeding it and it fades. It’s an illusion—one the brain creates and the heart rules.” Cindy nodded slowly, feeling the weight on her chest lift slightly. “You’re right, Mom. I think Shane is becoming immune to my drug.”

It was too real! “And two,” Valencia continues as if she didn't hear me. “I loathe the very idea of love. Such a primitive concept. A mere chemical reaction that mortals let dictate their entire lives for what, exactly? A feeling of contentment? Companionship? Honestly, why would you need anyone else? You got yourself! Why aren't you enough?” “Valencia,” I ask, “are you high?” “On life? Not as much as I liked.” “So, everything you’ve done so far was just a sham?”

Raw and irrational and almost adolescent in its bitterness. He looked at Luca with open contempt. Then at Damon. And said the cruelest thing he could think of: “When he leaves you, you’ll deserve it.” Silence. Rain. Blood. Damon’s hand steadied. Completely. Because there it was. The thing Matteo had never understood and never would. Love was not leverage. Not a transaction. Not a cage. Not a debt. It was choice. Messy. Risky. Human. And the reason Matteo would always lose was because he couldn’t comprehend being chosen freely.

Mo Jia pursed her lips. Ying Yue sighed as she leaned back on the couch in defeat. It seemed things like love are beyond Mo Jia's comprehension. "What is your definition of love?" Mo Zihan took the matter into his hands. "The emotion experienced when oxytocin is released in the brain. That emotion is love," Mo Jia said it from a neuroscience standpoint without batting an eyelid before continuing, "It induces warm and fuzzy feelings of trust, affection, romance, and bonding. Usually peaks after the sex act which causes bonding-useful as a cooperative mechanism for men and women so they can raise the resultant child, increases sexual arousal. Some foods, especially chocolate boost oxytocin, wh

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

Her eyes brimmed with tears when the last word came out like a small whisper from her mouth. “You can’t question my love like this, Alessandra! It’s innocent! The only thing I’m sure of!” For her, it was the first time she saw a human filled with emotions talking to her. Like a real human. Because every time he was like a robot. A well trained ruthless machine. But at that moment, he oozed out the disappointment hidden inside him. “How? How after you raped me?” “That was rage!” “Was your love so weak that it couldn’t even stand in front of your rage?”

Love is a set of emotions and behaviors characterized by intimacy, passion, and commitment. It involves care, closeness, protectiveness, attraction, affection, and trust. Love can vary in intensity and can change over time. It is associated with a range of positive emotions, including happiness, excitement, life satisfaction, and euphoria, but it can also result in negative emotions such as jealousy and stress.

I cherished that man, and it had a profound influence on me. When I was performing the activity, I was completely in a deep trance and reverie that was comparable to the feeling of smoking cannabis; you know, it's nearly the same biochemical method and reaction. I don't consider it a heavenly phenomenon since it includes many physical components, such as the desire for contact and sensuality, in addition to basic romance, and I can't dispute that these are important in making love more than simply exchanging feelings.

We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it. When you talk about love it does not necessarily mean to love your wife or her husband but to love your neighbor that's what love is, I believe in love because I already love wha

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.