| Love 
What is it about this emotion that makes people want to do anything just to grasp it? It is even an emotion? I mean how do we even begin to describe such a force that somehow makes the world seem complete. How can we pin point what love means when love can be so many things and yet nothing at all. Where do we even begin to define love? Even the dictionary itself struggles to find a simple definition of the word quoting several explanations. However despite it's inability to elucidate a single definition, this one word seems to explain it all, and yet at the same time mean nothing at all. So if you ask me what I think love is, I’d tell you love is everything. Love is waking up in the morning to find your parents put breakfast on the table and packed your lunch. It’s a person reaching out to someone else in need. It’s doing something without being told, just to see that look on their faces. It's catching up with old faces and realising how much you've missed them being a part of your life. Love bears gifts in all kinds of packages, boxes, envelopes, smiles, hugs, laughter, memories. Funny how such a word describes such vast amounts of emotions. Even the bible speaks of love in such a manner 1 Corinthians 13:1-13:8 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong doing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. I couldn't think of a better way to describe it. Love; is to think of someone else's well being as well as your own. To treasure every moment you have with them. Doing something you dislike not because you have to but because you want to for them. It’s stepping up and being the bigger person. Admitting your faults. To give your all, unconditionally. Its kindness, generosity, smiles, laughter, memories, tears. It’s not being able to stay angry at them for long because it hurts too much. It’s shedding a tear when they hurt, because it hurts to see them in pain. It's knowing at the end of the day there is someone you can rely on. It’s remembering those little details. You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose...you're everything But how can love be nothing when this one word means so much? it takes seconds to say ' i love you'
it take minutes to break up with someone
it take years to learn the reality of love
it take a life time to learn the responsibility of love When you think about it, love is just a word. I could say to whoever is reading this I love you, yet I may have never met you, and what would it mean? It wouldn’t mean as much as if we were close friends would it? What would love mean if there is nothing behind it. We’re humans, curiosity is a given. This one word is not enough there must be a means to justify the word. Otherwise how can we substantiate what it means? I could say I hate you, but so what? What do I know about you? Nothing and so it means nothing. There are no meanings behind my words, only words. But who am I to say that to be able to use such word, there must be rules. However think about it, this one word is what we all strive for. It’s something everyone is looking for, seeking for, taking risks for. It is something that makes our lives feel complete, loving and being loved by another. This acceptance makes us feel needed. Needed to care for another, so wouldn’t you think such a word that describes this strong feeling of affection shouldn’t just be tossed around from mouth to mouth and be used wisely? To love is the greatest honour in life. To be loved is the greatest reward in life. sorta reminds me of this thing i found Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest It isn't love, it's LIKE
You can't keep your eyes or hands off of her, am I right It isn't love, it's LUST
Are you proud, and eager to show her off It isn't love, it's LUCK
Do you want her because you know she's there It isn't love, it's LONELINESS
Are you with her because it's what everyone wants It isn't love, it's LOYALTY
Are you with her because she kissed you, or held your hand It isn't love, it's LOW CONFIDENCE
Do you stay for her confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt her It isn't love, it's PITY
Do you belong to her because the sight of her makes your heart skip a beat It isn't love, it's INFATUATION
Do you pardon her faults because you care about her It isn't love, it's FRIENDSHIP
Do you tell her every day she is the only one you think of It isn't love, it's a LIE
Are you willing to give up all of your favorite things for her sake It isn't love, it's CHARITY
Does your heart ache and breaks when she's sad Then it's LOVE
Do you cry for her pain, even when she's strong Then it's LOVE
Do her eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts Then it's LOVE
Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you to her
Then it's LOVE
Do you accept her faults because it's a part of who she is Then it's LOVE
Are you attracted to others, but stay with her faithfully without regret Then it's LOVE
Would you give her your heart, your life, your death Then it's LOVE
Now, if LOVE is painful, and tortures us so, why do we LOVE
Why is it all we search for in life This pain, this agony
Why is it all we long for This torture, this powerful death of self
Why The answer is so simple cause it's...LOVE But with love comes sacrifice, because you don’t get something for nothing. You gotta risk it to get the biscuit Along with the chance of being hurt. People are scared of being hurt again, so they build walls around themselves. Tall, strong, solid walls so that nothing and no one can penetrate. But how can someone love you, if you won't let them try and if you won't let them in. How can you trust someone enough with the key to your wall? How can you be sure once they break down your walls you'll still be safe? The truth? well you don't, you just trust that they won't. But everyone is going to hurt you at least once, even the ones you expect not to hurt you. Cynical isn't it? haha If it's meant to be it will work out, and the hurt will wash away and the heart that once built it's shield will no longer be weary of the what if's, because it will know that love is enough, and that love will not hurt. And all those bandaided hearts theres always still hope because love is out there and it never ends. for me it's all or nothing theres no half way to love,
when you love there's no such thing as loving too much or not enough
because love is just love we struggle to define the word
so how can we justify what is too much or not enough?
To me love is me wanting to make you happy
it's taking joy out of showing you i love you
it's doing things im not happy doing,
but i do it for you to make you happy
it's giving you my all, my everything..
but theres a missing piece to this puzzle.. She watches as the tiny droplets being to fall harder around her feet, but she keeps on swinging. Higher, higher. She kicks up puddles. Higher, higher. It pelts harder. Droplets stream from her face. She counted. Fifty three, that's all it took. One thousand two hundred and seventy two with a need to adjust. Seventy six thousand three hundred and twenty with a lack of understanding nor care. She counted again. Four million five hundred and seventy nine thousand two hundred. Her legs grew weak, like her foolish heart. Memories flooded in like a broken dam. Fifty three, that's all it took, fifty three to turn dawn to dusk, to turn ashes to dust. |
