Love Turned Sour

How does something so tender, so captivating, and so pure transform into an unrelenting storm of rage? How did you get here—caught in a whirlwind where love and hate collide, leaving destruction in their wake?

A sweet, charming, beautiful and engaging experience suddenly switched into a brewing  tornado. Love is vaguely shown with extreme passion, strong want and arousing desires. 

We build our whole existence on these ravaging floods of love and create our reasoning around the experience. The extent of rationalisation is limited by the occasion and the love scenes  we have created. It is truly beautiful to love and be loved, to experience extreme passion, erotic desires and the pumping of all our body fluids. Sometimes, people see this experience as the beginning of the Olympics where life is not practical but life is occasional. It is not the place of basic functions and operations rather it is to reside in emotional bliss that rarely lasts. 

How do you suddenly slide from the top of the mountain to the valley of extreme rage, anger and hate?  Were the initial feelings authentic, or were they exaggerated? Was the person who stirred your heart merely playing a role in a fleeting drama? Were the feelings overstated?

Some argue that love shouldn’t dance between extremes but instead thrive on balance—a steady rhythm of affection, duty, and enduring connection. It is believed love need not come with fireworks but should focus on mutual respect, function, and faithful commitment.

Perhaps the answers lie in how you define love. What expectations have you attached to it? And from where have these definitions and expectations emerged? 

Take a moment to pause and reflect. What does love mean to you, truly? How have your expectations shaped your experiences, and how have they led to the storm you now face? 

Share your thoughts with us in the comment section about love, your expectations, and even those you now find yourself hating so passionately.