Take my word, the second you start researching the chemical side of love you will never look at the wife, girlfriend or that cute girl you have merely exchanged glances with the same way again, suddenly it is all chemical, it's all explainable. Suddenly it's meaningless, it's explainable, the whole idea of other fish in the sea becomes surreal (and sadly, justified). Without giving anyone a reason to be depressed, if we are bags of meat and chemicals, then what does it matter who we're around, why we are so picky when it comes to friendships and relationships? If the curtains are lifted and we're all the same stuff, then where's the magic in romance?
It almost screams at you to give up.
The hundreds of thousands, if not millions of variables between diet to digestion to nutrient consumption to hormone production to facial expression and beyond... It almost begs to be asked, what is the point?
But then again, no two see anything the exact same way. Maybe I'm just ruined. But before you go, I'd like you remind you, you're still as individual as you can possibly be, just like everyone else.