The character of Anna Karenina does not belong to me, the story told yes. It is a small one shot of what she thinks about love.
LOVE? HA!
Have you ever felt trapped? Did you feel in the middle of the eye of the storm, where everyone can see each of your steps, actions, gestures, movements, although they are soft? Have you ever felt like you were chased and murmurs begin when you get to a room filled of people? As if you had committed a crime ... for love. Absurd, is not it?. Love.
Love is absurd delusion of men who use sweet words to seduce, seduce a woman to commit the greatest follies for... love. A word sometimes it feels warm and sweet and sometimes it seems a mockery. For what is love? It's just a vague kind word with which men will sweeten the ears... they will conquer you and you lose your head for them, and then you fell surrendered to their feet. Looking forward to hearing more, because it's never enough when in love.
My mistake, my downfall, my torture, my pain, my loss I owe it all to a single word. Love.
I had everything, a good husband, loved and respected by everyone had a family, but I had no love. Then he came, young and passionate, obsessed with me falling in love and I fell. I was like a starving woman in the street, which was offered a sweet hotcakes. Love, that was my sin.
And I loved, I loved with every part of my body, my soul, my heart, I gave everything for a man who claimed to love me as much as I loved him. I left my husband, my son, I left my perfect family and fell into ruin.
Condemned by society for having committed a great sin, I had to hide. But I was not ashamed of what I had done, if I had done it for love. Teenager believe in that nonsense that is "forever". I thought the world would understand that I had done everything for love. And that was a sin? The whole world spoke of love and when I had it in the palm of my hand, when I could feel in my body what others felt, when at last my heart was blessed, it was a sin to betray your husband.
I fell out of favor with each of the Russian people, I lost myself for a word. Love A delusion made by men to get in your bed and then leave you for someone younger, because is how it works the world of men. The feelings are nothing but sweet words for them, while we fall into their nets such as butterflies that burn blinded by the light. I let myself be fooled, thinking I would find happiness and all I found was perdition.
I let myself be fooled by that which men call "love."
And while I was waiting for him every day, he was there with another woman. And came home with lies and more words in the name of love. He used me, for nothing and I lost everything I had. I lived for his love, he was all I had and I was just one more of many. I lived for love, and when his love died, I died with him.
So love... ha! Love is just a word on the lips of men to seduce a woman and leave her shattered for another woman, and so one after another, and the poor weak sheep still believe in the word. Love.
Anna Karenina.