Review of The Price of Kissing

Love is about hurting... love is about overcoming yourself to find your sulfate, which might not be uniquely defined, but once you find him no one else matters. I think the allusion to voodoo and magic is very poetic. Because this is how love works. In a mysterious way, above all conventions and compromises we are taught growing to commit to. Love doesn't abide by fidelity, loyalty, commitment, beautiful words, or romantic gestures. But it does require you to be there for the one you love or the pain you will feel will be so excruciating that will squeeze yourself to complete oblivion. Love doesn't kill but it does make you stronger. You have to look for it genuinely you have to let it mold your character solidify your foundations. Even if you lose it or it doesn't converge to being together with someone at least you will cherish the knowledge of what it means to love.