Love is an effervescent energy to be stolen from the universe. Love is not only a fate, but a fate created by sheer force and willpower. Love is an inevitability as much as your actions and your creative delegation are "inevitabilities". There is no lesser form of love. There is no other emotion that any person knows. A person in love will always feel this one emotion, every time, proving that they are devout. Vying for all of the cosmos to hear their proclamation. Vivacious energy that only the stolen from and jealous can call "decrepit"; they might find it overstepping. They might call your ideas of love creepy or insane. They might shame you for the quintessence that made you live. The one thing that drove you to step forward, the feeling that creates your breath. Is it insane to be powered by a function beyond life? An extremity those people don't notice yet. Their proprioperceptions have no experience with what love is, or they hide away from it out of fear. Should love be feared?.. Even if some fear of the extremity could be what keeps us rational, anyone who would walk away from their destinies are irrational. Unawakenly afraid.
One who wishes to love will wish to love. Thine whom fall into love have never known its presence many times before in front of their own eyes. Love is a creation we bestow with our divinity. All the magic in our heads, in our heads, becomes external reality. Magical, through our actions. Not through meaningless words and mantras. True love is devout; true love is the zenith of our encouragements. Something we mustn't just say we will—that we did give our lives and belongings up towards. Something that commanded us, bespoke with fear, and we commanded it back to say that we are there. We said to it that we are encouraged, not with words, but with feelings. Something we felt within, sapping our energy, our breaths, our life. It would steal everything from us if we hadn't responded. Responded with confidence, fervour, and "I love you. I have the devotion it requires. I have given up my life, my will, and my divinity for you." If anyone else is sane, these types of sentiments would be reciprocated upon first hearing. They would need to, immediately, command a mystification into the spirits of others. Words that tell others they are meant to fulfill a conquest more transcendent than themselves; more ascended than life. They would not know any other response than to be mystified at the command. A person who feels is a person who loves. Any other feeling is beneath it. One who does not experience love does not experience true feelings. They are poisoned, diseased, and ill. They are not fit for this world, definitively. I have not known one of them that I could teach.
By my own conjugation, the extreme phrase, "愛する定めだ。" is to exemplify my dreams, my fortune, and my attitude. All of this creates a shangri-la destiny. The statement is multi-faceted, purposefully vague. It is left up to the reader to feel several conclusions at once, all of them very intense. This phrase expresses the extremity of love I have just described to you. It evokes a sense of belonging past physical constraints, mental denial, and even fortitude. This style of love becomes your new fortitude—erasing whatever you knew before it. For that reason, this over-the-top expression is contextually jarring. It is something strong enough to mortify people in the proper contexts, for they would know the forcefulness beneath your surface. The phrase ends abruptly, in fact, evoking firmness and confidence, as far as my awareness goes. And finally, using a "dramatic" and archaic form of declaring fatefulness. I am told this adds the sense of character we cherish: speaking beyond the common narrative and paying patronage to a divine sort of meta on life. Declaring not just that love will come to me, but something in the respect of saying that "love will exist", with finality. Speaking, firmly, very strongly, that actions will never cease the process in which it will exist. It's a poetic sense of expressing oneself, and I assume not one all can appreciate properly. "Evoking a deep philosophy of readiness to accept love as destined, and that love itself is the way of people." It should function verbatim, to manifest a certain conclusion of anyone capable of reading it being also capable of immediately recognizing the sheer power and functions of all we view on love. And then, it has been spoken. I love you. I have the devotion it requires. And I have given up my entire, long life, my intense will, and my divine sanctuary of being, for you.
Words that are much harder spoken in English than in Japanese. They must be stated somehow. Now you know.
"In its extremity, love becomes a totality—boundless, overwhelming, and transformative. It’s not merely an emotion but a state of existence, an ultimate purpose that demands everything yet offers everything in return."