What is love? That’s an interesting question that has a million answers, with a million different ways to approach it. I’ll just outline a few.
Love is a lot of things. It’s waking up in the morning, next to the person who means the most to you in the world, and smiling just because they’re there. It’s knowing that you can trust them to be there when you need them, and knowing that you’ll be there when they need you. Lifting up instead of tearing down, to help them, and you, become the best person you can both be.
Love is going outside and running around with your friends, laughing and charging through the cool breeze as you chase down mythical beasts of old in order to spear them with your sword. Saving a damsel in distress, or as is the case now a days, having the damsel save you!
Love is having a child vomiting over and over again, and though you struggle to keep your own food down, you sit and stroke their hair to let them know it will be alright. It’s the kind of thing that will have you lose your own lunch, but returning anyways because your child still needs you.
Love is having a fight with your spouse the night before, to the point where you’re ready to choke each other into oblivion, yet waking up the next morning, hugging and kissing, and apologizing for being so obtuse.
Love is hugging your loved one close and smelling their hair.
Love is a lot of things. You can Love someone, and never have met them. With the internet, it’s even more prevalent than before. I believe that Love is the strongest emotion we have.
It’s toppled nations, brought down corporations, and has lifted up individuals from the masses.
With Love, a person grows strong, fierce, and independent. Without it, they wilt like a flower denied water.
Love is quantifiable and substantial, yet completely objective and insubstantial.
Some people argue that Love is a chemical reaction, and while that may be true in the scientific sense of the word, looking at love through one pair of eyes is a good way to never experience it.
Love is sticking up for the weak person, unable to defend themselves from a bully, even as fears of being beaten to a bloody pulp enter your own thoughts.
Love is taking that bully to the hospital after you’ve beaten him, and finding out the only reason he’s a bully is because he’s lacking Love.
I started this out with a question, What is Love? I believe the answer is Love just is.