If I May Wax Wistful for a Moment
Love is a dangerous activity for Lovers.
When I say Lovers, I refer to that very specific group of people who treat their affection as though its sheer existence justifies total dedication. The Lover’s adherence can only be described in the terms of religous or political zealotry.
Once believed, the emotion is an absolute fact, and informs the perception of every experience.
What happens if the Lover falls in love with someone who isn’t of the same persuasion, someone who may have a more casual or practical perspective toward relationships? The Cool Pragmatist will say that the Lover should reallocate that affection to someone who shares a similar outlook.
Impossible.
The problem is in the nature of the Lover. If he really loves his companion, he is categorically incapable of forcing himself away from that other person. In that case, the Lover is instinctually committed to loving a person who may not consider his most inherent emotion quite so universal.
That would be a frightening position.