If love makes you happy and happiness comes with a price, why does love feel priceless?
I think there's something askew in this logic, Arrow, so I'll do my bit and try to start a good argument
1. Love clearly doesn't always make you happy, only when its returned in kind and to the full. Or do some people actually enjoy indulging in the misery of unrequited love?
2. Why should happiness come with a price? Can't you just be happy with no bad comeback?
3. I agree love is priceless because it can't be bought.