A matter of opinion

People have never asked me whether or not I like love songs, ballads, or other similar types, or kinds of music.
Never.
I wonder, does everyone assume you like them? Or do they automatically assume you do not? Or maybe they don't care. I've yet to see a man or woman that has not admitted tears flowing free as a lazy waterfall when they heard or hear a certain song. Or two.
That, of course happens, for reasons that suit best to the subjects.
Ah, correction. People.
A sad song about loss of love appeals to someone who has lost someone they loved. Lost, as in 'someone died', 'someone stopped loving me', 'someone never loved me at all', or 'someone I love never really looked at me'. Of course, that has to do with how the person feels about the more romantic or passionate sides of their life.
A song that is bittersweet and praises the other member of a relationship, an affair or a love bond usually seems befitting in the eyes and heart of of someone who is in love or obsessed with their partner or lover.
A ballad that reminds of the times of old, or maybe the loves of old, is to the ears of someone nostalgic what food is to an empty growling stomach.
Even a person without the aforementioned attributes would appreciate a song that reminded them of their lover or they and their lover's bond, condition, status, or state as a couple or pair.
No one ever asked me whether or not I like love songs. Nor sad love songs. Love songs of anger and bitter spit on the face of betrayal of heart. I never asked them to ask me, I suppose.
I... I like them. But I don't like them.
All those kinds of songs, all this music that is made from lovers to lovers, I have a weird connection to them. I have been the betrayed heart. I have been the abandoner of the heart. I've been the one and only half of one and only half of a heart. I have been certain of a second half of a heart. I have been a full heart. I have been a dissatisfied heart. I have been full yet again. So far, I have not yet inherited the previous titles again, nor do i think, hope, expect, or even dare to imagine me ever doing so from now on. True, time folds hands on the eyes of mysteries, and no one but time can be certain of what is to come, but certainty's roots dig well and establish their base even better.
I've heard representatives of those songs, of those styles, of those emotions. Not few were the times when my throat grew sore, my eyes wet and red, my chest an empty fleshbag of burning loss or a furious engine of passion.
Yes.
I have heard the call many, many times. As many as I have sounded the call myself, I expect.
Should I not feel connected to those songs? Should they hold no meaning for me? Should I not experience their musical magnificence and the liberation tears grant you after the hour? It is not so, I am assured it is not a matter of 'should' or 'must'. It is more of a matter of 'choose to' or 'will or not to'.
The reason for that attitude of mine could be cut down into many many more reasons, smaller, all part of the single, greater one.
I shall pose some questions.
If you love someone, and you know that you truly love them, do you actually need assurance?
Or if you lost someone and feel awful by that state, why do you need to stay in that land of empty sighs?
If you miss someone, should you not practically do something about it, that being forgetting about them, carrying on, or even trying to contact them again?
In all cases, I deem that any accompanying songs to those mental states are unnecessary, if not worsening over the condition, be it initially good or bad or even neutral.
I know many of you would disagree with what I am about to confess.
I do not need a love song that calls my lover a goddess to know that she is one. If I await a song to get me that message, I am lost.
I do not need a song of loss to be my friend, nor a shoulder to cry on, for I have others that care, and I shall find another who cares more. If I bask in the drama of loss, I am lost myself.
I do not need a song to make me feel good or bad about the one I love. It clouds my judgment and affects me and the ways in which I view, feel and perceive the one I love. If I lose the stability of the ways I love, respect and act towards the one I love, I am lost.
Surely, some people would haughtilly argue that they do not need the songs to tell them all those things, that they already know them and that they just like the songs. Of course, the reasons they like them is hidden in all those ' I do not need-'. Also, if they do not need the songs, and it only appeals to their ears, then what I claim is right, and I got you to admit that you do not need all this.
I wonder, Isn't the lack of flavor what makes you want flavor in something?
Flavor, as in Feeling? Substituting for something else?
Songs, as in Feeling of Feelings? Substituting for something else?
Ah.
I choose not to care about any love song. There are few that appeal to me, but I would rather listen to something other than them, actually. If my words are to be trusted, I need no augmentation when it comes to the feelings I hold most dear towards the one love. Nor need I reminders of love, loss, passion, company or any of such states, feelings and matters. I hold my ears to the heart of my beloved. There, there is the sweetest music of the worlds. Strange.. One would think that such honorable and magnificent music would come from many organs, yet this one, single as it is, produces such a wonder.
I am in no way calling you fools. I am in no way trying to convince you that what you do is foul, or that what I do is best and more honest.
I am simply trying to show you another way, one that perhaps might get you someplace farther away from what you have perceived as normal so far, replacing normal with mundane,
I cannot tell you to listen to your hearts. I can tell you to listen to the heart of he or her that bears the heart that you love. It is no command, no wish, no need, no desire that the heart gives you. Yet listen to it if you will, and you shall surely know what to do and what path or road to follow.
Your heart is where your loved one's heart is.
Good evening.