Impossible love is madness. For love itself is both voluntary, and involuntary alike. To firmly be in love you must fall for it, and accept it. The emotions you receive from one another while experiencing love come from a source that is both naturally unbiased and fundamentally chosen. Being in love is no more coming under a spell than it is a thoughtful election, and it is the combination of both that makes true love so beautiful, and impossible love so maddening. When two people are diagnosed with the sickness of impossible love they are both poisoned by an ailment that is derived naturally, and self inflicted. They are drinking mercury and are too addicted to stop.