Love?

i'd say that love is a weird and powerful feeling.
It makes you feel special; being in the arms of that one person, holding hands and knowing that theres someone there you can depend on. Thats if they're not sneaking around and being complete tools! I get where that lady was coming from, the one who burnt her husbands balls. He deserved it, any guy who cheats deserves that kind of punishment.
I dont know where else to go with this argument. I'm not exactly thinking straight at this time. But when you do find that one person you wish to be with your whole life, they never feel the same back, do they? You try to show them how you feel, and thats blown back up in your face. A huge explosion from deep inside; which feels like your heart has just deceased; crumpled, torn, vanished.
And then you can't look at that person the same afterwards. You feel too ashamed to even be around them let alone talk with them. As time goes by, you wish these feelings would eventually sink into him, you wish he'd eventually figure out that he should be with you. But i guess thats just how love works. It hits you and then you're blown away.