{"id":890,"date":"2014-10-02T14:42:04","date_gmt":"2014-10-02T14:42:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wsantosblog.com\/?p=890"},"modified":"2014-10-02T16:59:03","modified_gmt":"2014-10-02T16:59:03","slug":"what-is-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wilsonsantos.blog\/?p=890","title":{"rendered":"What is Love?"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Love-Birds\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Love is not a war film
\nlike Apocalypse Now<\/em> where the hero
\ngoes through the depths of hell and
\nreturns drenched in blood from murder;
\nhe’s psychologically ruined.<\/p>\n

Love is Forrest Gump<\/em>.
\nEven though you run and run
\nand never know what you\u2019re gonna get,
\nthe travels you take together
\nbring you peace and riches,
\ntill old age.<\/p>\n

Love should not be Reservoir Dogs<\/em>.
\nNobody knows anyone\u2019s names
\nor who they really are and they all betray
\nand kill each other in the end.<\/p>\n

Instead, love should be The Life of Pi<\/em>.
\nEven though a few lies are told along the way,
\ntiger and man honor, respect and cherish
\neach other\u2019s memories.<\/p>\n

Love is not Taxi Driver<\/em>.
\nAnd you\u2019re not Travis Bickle
\nalone in a soot-filled maze-like city,
\ndemented and disillusioned by life
\nand failed romance.<\/p>\n

Love is more like Avatar<\/em>.
\nYou don\u2019t need to trust each other
\nfrom the very start,
\nbut you build and bond together
\nuntil you can\u2019t tell the difference from
\nwhere your body ends and hers begins,
\nbecause in that instance you become one;
\nyou sacrifice who you were
\nfor who you\u2019ll be together.<\/p>\n

That is love.<\/p>\n

\u00a92014<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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