Love is what can't be helped. When it waxes, and when it wanes. Love is what happens when you've been looking another way. Love is that sensation of something on the back of your neck, tell yourself it's nothing, a strand of hair, at last you touch it and discover it's an insect-you cast off with a curse.
This passage from Joyce Carol Oates' "Beautiful Days" explores the unpredictable nature of love. It suggests that love is an involuntary emotion that can grow or diminish unexpectedly. The reference to looking another way implies that love can manifest when least anticipated, highlighting its mysterious and organic qualities.
The imagery of feeling something on the back of one's neck serves as a metaphor for love's often unsettling presence. Initially dismissed as...
