The first thing to know about love is that it does not exist.
Well that makes no sense, Maya thought as she read the first sentence of the book she found in her lap. If love didn’t exist than how could there be a book about it? Was this like Schrodinger's Cat? God, Maya hated paradoxes. She went back to the page.
Love is an infatuation with another creature that causes one to do asinine actions.
Accurate, Maya thought.
Without these actions, however, one would live in solitude, and very few creatures are suited for such an existence. Therefore, developed beings must explore the world beyond infatuation and discover what it means to care for others beyond infatuation.
Okay, so love does exist, Maya thought. Whoever wrote this was an i***t. Maya tried searching for an author,
