Farce

There's something about the way you look at the things you love. Eyes, they say, are a doorway to your soul. A reflection of you, the truth in you. When you look at something you love, science says your pupil dilates. But is it just that? Just a biological phenomenon that marks something so complex, so pure as love? If you ask me, love is more than just an emotion. It's the smile that forms on your face, with the mere mention of the object of your affection. It is the thoughts that you can not share, the pictures you can not paint. And yet, it is just an imbalance in hormones in your brain that mark love. Ironic, isn't it? What if I say, that I believe that simplicity is the complex of it all? For maybe, just maybe, you think love is about the man you love, his scent, the way he looks at, or even the way he sounds. But, all of the above are simply a trigger, for the hormones that set in. What logic can rule out as a mere fact, emotion makes the greatest feeling in