The world is filled up with many people of many types. Each person has its own identity but still each person can be put into some predefined categories based on their general behavior. One such category is of those people who enjoy their inner selves but still envy the world outside it, those who are passionate about many things in their own complex ways but yet admire the simplicity of a human relationships. No, people belonging to this category are not socially awkward or isolated, its just that they don't have what you call- a best friend forever.
People of this group survive just fine in any event governed by social protocols, they just don't get the opportunity to be at the center of it. They are focused in utilizing their intellect to be the best in what they do, they have more hobbies than a person belonging to another category has, and to each of their hobbies they give as much attention as a lover gives to their love. In short, a person belonging to this category loves a lot of things but he/she is desperate for someone who might be loving them.
Life for them passes normally for the better part until those times when they start to think a bit low of them selves. They start thinking that may be they don't deserve love from anyone. Desperation as mentioned above is what owns them in this stage of their of lives. It is that time in their lives when they want the things that they love (including people), respond to them and love them back equally. The passion that they show for many things is what they want for themselves, form someone. And the fact they don't get satisfied with what other people do, they expect very highly. So a best friend forever isn't enough, they want nothing less than a lover- an instant lover. And because of that their behavior changes drastically from focused and intense to diluted and distracted.
So for people of this category, love is, in its most initial form- A CHEMICAL DEFECT, from which I am suffering right now.
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