The Girl is Black and White

There are seven types of love There are five languages, three stages, and seven types In white: Love was a skill. You learn it. You master. You utilize. Design and execute. It was needed as a tool. Humans were machines that needed fixing. In black: Love is unable to be described: An emotion? No. A simple attraction? Indubitably not. Love was like reality. Were we, could we possibly be, in a simulation? It was unthinkable. But it was. Love was a forced- created by whom? Created by what? Love was strong, grievous, but beautiful all the same. Love was love. ____ There are seven types of love. The are seven levels, Forms, Degrees, Shades, Kinds- Types of love. Eros. Philautia. Philia. Storge. Pragma. Ludus. Agape. - Passionate; Romantic; Erotic - Self  Love - Love of Friends and Equals; Platonic - Love of Parents for Children; Familial - Committed, Long-lasting  Love - Flirtatious, Playful  Love - Love of mankind; Selfless Selfless. She laughed. No one who's ever truly  been in love can look someone in the eyes. Not smile. Not laugh. Not look down. Not fidget. Not do whatever their tell for lying is. And tell you. To your face. That their love. Was selfless. In order to be in love, you must be selfish. Or else, a gentle breeze to everyone else but a suffocating dust bowl to you, will sweep it away. And your so-called selfless love will be as apparent as a mirror. You'd be loving the reflection in their eyes.