Love.

So the other day in class my professor gave us some insight into the Arab view of love (his words). He told us about a classic story called "Majnoon Laylah". Or Crazy Laylah, something like that (Majnoon means crazy). Anyways, this poet loves this woman Laylah so much and she is the only woman for him. He loves her so much but she, for some reason, doesn't requite his love. (I can't remember, but maybe because she is his first cousin, and his uncle doesn't think it's a good idea). Well, he goes out into the desert alone and won't take food or water, and then some days later they go and search for him and find him dead in the desert, with his head on a rock. And under his head is the poem he wrote about Laylah. My professor said it was a true story, or at least this was a real poet. But the best part is he told us that there are two kinds of love: This first kind from the story, where the man loves only one woman and she is everything to him. Then there is the second kind of love, and this is how he explained it: The man goes to the girl and asks if she likes him and if not, no worries, he just goes to the next girl and asks, do you like me? And so on and so on.

So, then he told me and David and Brian (the guys in the class), that we had to choose which type of love we wanted.