Love is a word that people invented to show their feelings. It seems to me, that this short word does not reflect the complexity of this great feeling, love. It's a great story. There is the beginning-the origin of love. The best works in the world's culture were created by their authors in this romantic period of their lives. The heating up of passions, emotions, fears, jealousies and many other feelings that make your heart beat so fast that you want to shout, to dance around all day, to be enthusiastic or silly and naive like a child. We are living for this!

And then what? Just a habit... a strange feeling-the recently elevated relationship turns into a routine, and ceases to be magic. As if love has an expiration date. It's all over. Is it time to start hunting for new feelings? No, you are just scared! Fear! You afraid of losing everything that was once comfortable and familiar-which now causes pain and soreness. And we torture each other, gnashing decrepit, toothless jaws together over lost passion from days past, which is the consequence from killing love...