Note: This is only the first part. I am hoping to expand upon this

Clichés consume the essence of society’s perceptions on social principles. The most common cliché would label itself as love. The idea of love has been a universal thought, yet can never be fully defined in a clear definition. This is because love is a perception. Modern day society can say that love is a mere conviction that people create to close a hole of loneliness provided in every human being’s soul. The instinct to not be alone consumes humanity’s wish to find love. What is the pitfall of this universal desire? Look at the younger generation of today. Love is perceived as a mere notion of mutual liking for one another. In a matter of days, two people can declare their love to each other. Repercussions of the repetitive and meaningless use of the powerful phrase, “I love you”, are that these three definitive words lose the original notion of love, diminishing the value of the words.

            Literature, films, and culture have affected the use of the words “love”. The disappointment provided in watching society fall through the cracks within commitment, loyalty, and integrity while still being able to say “I love you” inhibits a lie that comes with these words. In my own viewpoint, the reason that so many people divorce and go through relationships faster than the remaining life of flowers in a vase, roots from the issue of the misuse in its magnanimous power that numbers of society fail to understand. We see old couples walk through the street, being with that one person for decades on end, and still just as much in love. Why would they last so long, when the lifespan of a modern relationship gets praise for lasting a week, a month, or a year? The clarifying realization sparks: they used the term love differently.

Why did you leave? You gave me so many empty promises! So many misleading hopes have shattered the core of my being. What right do you have to have such a toll on my soul? What divine right do you, a most heartbreaking apparition, have to reap my mind throughout my days of existence? I know you once cared, but you never stretched your heart enough to fit me into your life when I accommodated a lavish suite for your presence within mine. So I ask again, what right do you have to belligerently beat at my soul to the point where it hurts to breathe, to think, to continue living as I once did? Am I so pathetic as to fall into your whimsical dance of “he loves me, he loves me not”? My worn out essence lies limp, but I feel a need to batter myself with these questions repeatedly as punishment for trusting too fast. The self-loathing stings the skin of my remorse, but soothes the reminder that you were real… that you must have loved me once.

Oh dear Konstantin,
Your troubles are not worth worrying.
All will be put to rest
Give it due time.

My dear Konstantin,
Do you quarrel with the truth?
Pleading with the forsaken
To accept what cannot be…

Do not fear Konstantin
Unrequited emotions
Will only batter your soul,
So walk briskly and move on.