I can’t fathom the beauty that “love” puts in our daily life. If we try to look deeply on what it can be, it is hard to grasp its true meaning. Love, like many other attitude, have been experienced for so many years. So many, that we can’t count them, unless we travel way back in time, from the begining of humanity itself. From an evolutionary point of view, theories have been coming out, trying to grasp the idea, of why humans developed what in our language we call, love. Wether it is a system developed to “protect” us against STD’s by favouring monogamous relationships, or simply to provide parental support to children for an extended period of time. Love is still, kind of a mystery. Of course biologically, we have a tremendous understanding on how our body reacts to makes us “feel” love. From butterflies in the stomach, to shyness, confusion to even irritation. Love, as general and easy as it may seem, is shown in so many different states. Like, brotherly love, familial love, materialistic love and so on. All these, are all united and are the same if we consider the word that is love. They are all the same, yet so different. Think about it, the way I love my brother, is definitely not the same way I love, my wife. Yet, biologicaly it still functions the same. This is where for me, it becomes interesting. Why is it that the love that I have for my brother, makes me feel respect and honour towards him, but for my wife, I feel this passion, this clinginess, this dependence. Now, don’t get me wrong. We do feel clinginess and sometimes dependence towards our siblings, but I can’t agree that it is on the same level, as our “other half”. Think about it, both are love, but are expressed in different ways. The level of emotion that I have towards my brother, is not comparable to the level of emotion that my body expresses when my wife is near. As if our bodies wanted to communicate with us, showing us the importance of things around us, according to the levels of emotions felt. Even by writing this, it is hard for me to comprehend the very essence of love. I can ask what is love, but it would never end. Because love, is not limited, since for us humans, it could mean the essence of life itself. For without love, there is hatred, and with hatred, there is chaos and because of chaos, there is no life. Thus could this mean, that love had always been existent, and that our only reason of existence, is love itself?