the logistics of love

i want to know what makes any love work. and why people insist sometimes that it can't work. i want to understand finally if logic and love can co-exist, because currently, i believe logic can solidify existing love and notions of love. but should logic try to find place within a love? i
think forcing rationality into such pursuits is often futile, and perhaps even slightly evil. i want to write a book titled logistics of love, which deals with ideas of time and space and how they
affect love and lovers and lovers of love. but who wants to read about love and its idiosyncrasies, through the lens of the brown female gaze? through the perspectives of someone whose identity is in a perpetual state of flux?(can flux be perpetual? or does that make it stable?) i'm not sure i care enough. or that i could ever write about such a vast topic without having to relive all the heartache i've endured over the years. i am however, certain that i'm not strong enough to witness again each of those memories; nor am i powerful enough to fight again those familiar demons.