The Dark Side Of Love

The great philosophers used to say that "trying to make someone who doesn’t love you fall in love was like throwing yourself from a helicopter into an icy lake without a parachute"... "Mr. Lynn, do you take this woman as your lawful wife, to love her, care for her, respect her, to be your life partner in wealth and in poverty, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" . . "I do." It was obvious that it was dangerous… but the adrenaline and confidence running through our veins blinded us to the point of not seeing the dry ice waiting for us. Emotion and hope were that imaginary parachute—but only when we arrived and felt the ice strike and tear our skin did we understand how much it could hurt, how much it could break… "And you, Miss Hayle, do you take this man so that he may be your life partner, your husband, your lover, to be with him in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, to be faithful to him and love him until death do you part?" So then… why did we jump? "I do." "Hayle… It’s better if we leave this here. It would be best if we don’t hurt each other anymore." And that was how we arrived here… how a clever question… "Hayle, please, be my wife." …led to a foolish answer. "You must promise me something first." And that foolish answer led us into this labyrinth, submerged in a lake of dry ice, without a parachute. His brown eyes settled firmly on me. His thick, dark eyebrows did not move. His expression was that of someone who had already been expecting that kind of answer. "I want you to love me." Little by little, we wrapped ourselves in this game called "betting on love", without knowing that, sooner or later, it would come to collect from all of us. Forcing us to see its worst side… Without compassion.