In a way.. isn't "love" kindda "created" in our brains through chemical modifications triggered from our experiences? Jumping off a cliff makes me feel fucking weird, running 20 peaceful miles also makes me feel different, just like coming home and seeing a tasty meal on the table will erase whatever is on my mind. Now when I see a beautiful young lady I also start feeling altered...doesn't life seem so much more interesting now?

When my bee frequents a juicy flower, there's a major chemical buzz going, no doubt.

I don't know, is love real?