The strange absurdity of love is one of those great amazing things in life. You can’t just live without love and at the same time wish it wasn’t so difficult. Wouldn’t life just be simple if you loved someone and they simply loved you back? I’m not even just talking about romantic love. Sometimes you will be loving toward someone continual for as long as you know them but it may not stir them to respond in the same. Kind of like how parents love their children and their may not care about their parents, or vice-versa; much like the prodigal son. This son despised his father by asking for his inheritance and thus saying he didn’t care if he was dead or not, he just wanted his stuff and be off with it. Day after day you are longing for someone who doesn’t love you back. Is it a vanity that will just pass, love forgotten leaving the deepest sorrow of a lost love? Maybe it’s similar...