Thinking love in its most unusual way is really fun. To think about it strangely will somehow help us view it in a clearer perspective.
Love as a pimple. Like love, pimples develop unexpectedly. They may grow in parts and time we least expect. The more you give attention to it, the more it becomes obvious. The growth of this postule represents how love grows. The bigger it gets the more it can potentially hurt us. And how can we manage the pain pimples bring? Of course, it should be ruptured. This one-time pain (rupture)can ease all the pain it brings. The same is true with love. If love brings pain, and the pain grows day by day then it will be perfect to end it for good. Like rupturing the pimple, it may be very painful, but letting go of the one’s hurting us can spare us from future pain. Scar will result and that’s inevitable, but the scar is justifiable. Instead of associating the scar as a painful past, we should rather see it as a symbol of one’s bravery . 
Love as a mole. If love is to be described as a mole, one thing comes into our mind---PERMANENCE. Like the mole, love can last forever if we want to. Love brings permanent marks into our lives. The love we give and the one’s we receive will be forever treasured. That’s why we tend to give love unlimitedly. No doubt it’s a very good thing to do—if and only if it’s the right love and in the right amount. Have you heard about the famous line that, “Too much love kills.”? I really agree and I’m pretty sure it can. The mole like love that grows uncontrolably is indeed unhealthy. Both to grow in the way we did not expect is bad. That’s MALIGNANCY. Love if unhealthy is like cancer---it kills us little by little. So how do we manage this before it causes our death? If the mole is malignant, then it requires surgical removal of the malignancy (to remove it permanently away from your system). The same applies with love. If that particular person brings unhealthy love, then you have to remove him/her entirely from your life; and leaving some of the memories is not advised. Like cancer cells, it can grow back and proliferate again---EVEN BRING BACK THE PAIN.
Pimples and moles aren’t love. They’re just products of my bitterness from the past. I maybe hurt, stupified, deprived and judged but look at the brighter side...I learned.
Love is good if that love is true.
Love is better if that love can endure.
And love is best if that love is pure.
