Love and the City.

I've seen every episode of sex and the city. At least five times. Do you know how many clever questions that is from Carrie Bradshaw to audience? It's a damn lot. Don't know where I'm going with this blog? Hang in there!
One question that I remember very well is during a conversation about being friends with ex boyfriends, Carrie asked: 'if you break up with someone, where does the love go?'
No matter how much I thought, I really couldn't answer this question. It's the same for friends, too. I look back and can count about five people who I've been really great friends with in the past, and now we don't have contact with each other anymore. Where does that love go?
In relationships, you share your fears and your hopes, your secrets and your stories. After a break up, there's no magic button you can press to erase this information from each other's memories. So you and your ex stop talking to each other - but you still know such intimate information about each other. Isn't this a bit unsettling?
Break ups are funny; you decide you don't want to be with a person after you've loved them, fallen asleep in their arms and shared every detail of your life with them; and you may never talk to each other ever again.
Think about an ex boyfriend you've experienced a bad break up with; or a friend you don't have contact with anymore - something about this person must have inittially attracted you to them. You must have liked a lot about him/her, seen a bit of yourself in their personality, and thought that you would benefit from spending a lot of time with them. And think about the present... you're both still the same person, and your lives have probably changed because of this relationship, but you have nothing to do with each other anymore.
Now I know love isn't an object, but look at fear. Fear lurks around until you conquer it. Sadness is there until you cheer up. Jealousy's there, as green as grass, until the bitch gains weight. But love? How do you ever counteract love?
Obviously, people fall out of love all the time; but what I'm trying (not very successfully) to get across is the nature of love - most people would agree that it's a deep and complex emotion to feel; one that can reoccur unwillingly - so is love always there?
“How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?”— Albert Einstein

If this man couldn't begin to explain what love is - how will we ever know? If love is such an intricate feeling; can you ever stop loving someone? Even if there is no definition for love, if you're own mind decides that what you must be feeling is unquestionably love, is it possible for that love to ever just...disappear?...