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Battleship
Love, to begin with, is such a strange concept. It seems so simple, yet it’s complexity defies any easy understanding; it’s ubiquitous, yet challenging to find; it brings indescribable joy, but like a double edged sword, it also carries the weight and the poignant sting of sorrow. Like a flame, it burns brightly for a moment and then vanishes, leaving behind only the remnants of warmth, life, and color.
And people, like moths drawn to the flame, are irresistibly drawn to love—even when they are fully aware that within its embrace lie the deepest pains of life. And I wonder, perhaps the reasp even long after the fire has died, people linger in that residual warmth of love. They clutch onto the fading glow as their source of life and energy, a guiding light to navigate the challenges that lie ahead in the journey of their lives. After all, like C.S. Lewis said, to love, is to be vulnerable.
I love how in "恋の予感" there are no specific qualities or traits that lead to it, except for the inexplicable knowing that one will fall in love—that is how I love, and that is how I choose to love, so foolish yet so easy to love. no not how i choose, but how love chooses me to love, so easily, so foolishly—that it leaves me naked and defenseless. Theres no logic, and that's the essence of how I love, and it's the manner in which I choose to embrace love—foolish, yet remarkably easy. It's not a conscious decision on my part, but rather, it feels like love chooses me, effortlessly and somewhat recklessly, leaving me vulnerable and exposed.