Skepticism is when one doubts everything (or anything) that they see, or are meant to believe in. Soon enough, if taken far enough, skepticism would lead one to deeming the world an imagination instead of something real. And of course, being a skeptic of such high honor, one would then become skeptical of the imagination. Carried on, the famous skeptic would then declare their own existence doubtful. Do not, then, all their doubts become doubtful? What then is left of them? What.
People like to think love is always a pure emotion, but rather it is like water. At first it is a refreshing experience, reinvigorating the body and soul; but, life is dirty and begins to taint the water with its many colors of ink becoming unique and diverse in ways that are both good and bad. Love can be thick and soupy, filled with anguish, pain, and stress that can only be thinned when mixed with another love, one that is thin and calm with gentleness, empathy, and patience. You cannot expect every person to understand how to balance their love with yours, but when you find someone who can (even if only for a little while) you will open your heart to a cacophony of the colors of love.