LOVE is a complicated subject, and it conjures different meanings for all of us.
There truly is no more blinding emotion, and it can be extremely frustrating for everyone else that has to put up with it.
What is slightly comical, however, are the lovestruck people who endeavour to 'never turn into one of those couples', or 'take life too seriously'.
Bam, less than four months later, anyone would think they had suffered a bout of amnesia, let alone a sickening dose of romance.
You know that you have overstepped the mark into the land of contradictions when you begin to feed each other, turn your back on all prior political persuasions and begin listening to gangster rap, when you've been a hipster all along.
Now, this column is not directed at anyone in particular.
But ask yourself this: if you feel offended by what I say here, is it maybe ringing a little too close to home?
Losing your identity to meld to that of another person's is not cute, or romantic or enviable.
Forgoing a pastime that you love, or pretending to enjoy something you despise is not a declaration of love, but a compromise of your independence and liberty as a human.
Perhaps I am in the depths of a rant, but I moved out of home when I was a teenager so I wouldn't have to answer to anyone else.
I simply can't get my head around becoming hopelessly submissive as a grown adult, and then calling it 'love'.
Maybe I'm just doing it wrong, allowing my partner to be his own person because I love him for who he is, not the person I could change him into.
Am I the only one?