Everyday, everywhere around me, people are falling in love. Or are they?
Love's current perception is distorted in my eyes for countless reasons...
One of which is the definition. Could love truly be defined?
1. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
...Does that not sound like the definition of friendship as well?
2. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.
...Lust.
3. A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.
...Family?
4. an intense emotion of affection, warmth, fondness, and regard towards a person or thing.
...Kinship.
So, I've asked people to define love. This is what they've come up with:
a. Love is when you find beauty and joy in everything you see around you.
b. Love is the feeling of passion and strong emotion towards someone or something.
c. Love is when you care for and respect someone.
d. Love is willing to lose everything for one person, and not regretting it.
e. Love is what makes a person unable to bear living a single moment without their significant other. It is a force so strong that those who are embraced by it are free of the complexities of quarreling, doubt, mistrust, and most importantly, the need for affection from others.
These all seem to be different aspects of love... But is that all love is?
Love, to me... Is all of the preceding... And none of it.
It's everything and nothing.
Love... Is something beyond any word I could use.
Love is love. And I... I've fallen deep into it.
