"Whether it is the love of man and woman, or the love of man for man in general, as long as it breaks away from spiritual freedom, as long as it moves away from the idea of immortality and eternity, it will remain a faithless love. True love is the proof of eternity." (Nikolay Berdyaev). Richard Wagner married Cosima, the daughter of one of his best friends, Franz Liszt. However, after a while, Wagner's best friend Nietzche would fall madly in love with Cosima Wagner, dreaming that one day she would become his wife, but he would remain silent. In fact, this unrequited and dreamy passion would be one of the first reasons that led him to the asylum where he spent his last years. Like everything that is easily acquired, easy love will be easy to spend. Just as the mother and father are the two most important elements in raising a child, two people who are lovers are responsible for love. When we pay attention, after postmodernism and technology, communication has progressed and love has become prosaic, regressive and ordinary in inverse proportion. Because the means and opportunities have made access to the beloved very easy. Just as breast milk heals a baby, love grows out of curiosity and longing. Thanks to social media and virtual communication, it is now possible to examine and analyze someone you meet in a few minutes, and there is nothing to wonder about. So isn't this situation, going back to our analogy, like the rapid growth of a baby with hormones? Salvador Dali, who spent a lot of time and effort to reach the person he liked, fell in love with Gala, the wife of one of his closest friends, the famous French poet Paul Eluard, and seduced her. Now there is no longer any need to be weird and strange for the rest of his life. With social media, he stays passionately with Gala and paints her in almost all of his works, even parts of her body. Bertolt Brecht's relationship with Helen is more complicated and hegemonic than a complex equation. people who have become able to convey their message instantly. In other words, childhood is also short, in other words, it is a childhood without any games, activities, mischief and adventures. It is so easy to express liking and emotion with a tick. In other words, a child who enters adolescence without having experienced childhood, or rather a baby who has not experienced childhood, and it is hormonal. Nazım and Piraye are the two protagonists of a sad and exhilarating story that never ends in a reunion, but which has become the talk of the town. Piraye was Nazım's third wife, and even in prison she had started writing the "Encyclopedia of Famous Men" to entertain him. His love for Piraye gave him the strength to resist and evolved beyond love for one person to love for people. There are so many tricks and diversions that can be used to get the attention accepted, and in this age of information, it is impossible to know who is right and who is wrong. Then he becomes a mature individual who has wasted his youth. And when he is accepted by the other person, the relationship begins. With puberty, every human being expects love from the opposite sex, it is a necessity of being human to give and receive love. Among young people, it has become a mockery to be alone or to hang out alone when everyone has a girlfriend. It has become commonplace to quickly use social media to find a lover, as if it were a necessary duty... When you take down the loves of the past from the dusty shelves of the past and look at them, you are mesmerized by their sad postures that are still there, as fresh and sad as if they happened today. If you put all the loves of today on top of each other, they would not even be remembered for a few days, let alone reflected in history, and they are not. Anyway, they have no intention of leaving a legacy; it's not love... Virtual love... However, love is a fire that grows as you miss it. It matures as it burns. Even if you give love, which cooks and puts you in a state of mind that is willing to be ashes, to today's youth and people, they don't want it. Because they have given the name of love to the satisfaction of their ego, their ego, not their discipline... Concepts such as serenade and vuslat have become unnecessary for the youth, because love has become an appetizer on the table ready to be eaten at every corner... So much so that love requires labor, care, care, everyone wants to love and be loved, but it is not easy to know or learn how to love. Let's liken love to the life cycle of a human being; first there is birth, that is, a person first falls in love. Then comes infancy and childhood. No matter how pleasant this period is, it also requires attention and care. Youth, the most frenetic time, is followed by maturity and old age, when one's personality is established and one is at the peak of success. What makes love great and sacred are its impossibilities and conditions. If love is a necessity, then we should teach our children to love and to love as they grow up. We likened love to human beings and said that no mother would raise her baby with hormones. But no one has ever sat in front of her child and explained love as if it were the subject of a lecture. The loves that start fast end in quick marriages and quick divorces. Neither love nor the institution of marriage has any meaning left, they have been emptied. Still, before the phenomenon of the family is completely destroyed, before it is too late, parents should explain and teach their children about love and affection with the opposite sex in detail, just like all the other efforts they make for their future; like their efforts to get them through university, to raise patriotic and intelligent children. Otherwise, there will continue to be a big void and lost lives will continue to be born from this void. Every child should learn about old loves in their youth; they should know that love is not so easy, cheap and simple, that liking is not love, that love is a very special feeling. Now everyone calls everyone "my love", how ordinary has love become? Even though love, in my opinion, is a lower rung than love, some lovers argue that love is a lower rung than love. A mother can start by telling her daughter and a father can start by telling his son at least the love stories he has felt or the love stories of family elders that ended in happiness. That love is a precious and valuable treasure. That respect for love creates loyalty... Love, which has been corrupted day by day and used as a part of capitalism, has done and still does a good job as the biggest subject to make the masses addicted in the scripts of all kinds of ordinary and vulgar movies and TV series. In the past, Mount Kaf and the phoenix were used in stories and fairy tales to explain the sanctity and inaccessibility of love. And that the path to divine love was through human love. But now there are no more travelers of love, everyone wants to be Yunus or Mevlana somehow? If the old divine lovers were to return to this day, I think they would not utter the word "my love", which is the number one trick of virtuality, because most of them had died either from infatuation or from a subtle disease. Most of the madmen on the streets were victims of love. Now, they have been replaced by love murders, because love has been replaced by murders due to egoistic and material possessions and men turning women into sexual commodities. Old songs sound like a foreign language to today's lovers in terms of meaning. Lost generations, ignorant of Divan literature and poetry, are as far away from the classic, cult love songs as if they were a foreign language. Folk minstrels and minstrels no longer come out of the countryside. Villages are shantytowns of cities, cities are mountains spread out with irregular zoning, there is no village, no town, no backbone. Nor is there the hopeless love story of a clean-hearted, handsome, people-friendly marabah working in a cotton factory and the boss's spoiled daughter. If you want to fall in love, sit down and think about it. In the end you will burn, turn to ashes and be blown away in the wind. Without love, know that your work is difficult. The soul without love is dead... In a dark cemetery, in a deep pit... What did Rumi say? I came to find life in your skin, If I cannot live with you; I came to die with you...