What is love?
I am nearly twenty one. The question, “What is love?”, should not be in the mind of someone with so few years. Yet… it plagues me.
You are bombarded by Valentines Day and movie portrayals of the word. It has twenty eight definitions and numberless synonyms. But until you feel it yourself.. it can never be truly described.
There are so many emotions hidden in this word. The passion and the devotion, fear and excitement. One might chemically combust when faced with such a raging storm of feeling. However, to those who have felt it.. I bet they would not trade it for the most valuable item in the world. Material items must not mean much when destiny has permitted you to find your other half. The missing piece to your soul. Your perfect match.
Perhaps I am just another person caught in the web of being in love with love. But I know one thing.. when I find it, I am never going to let it go. Not for anything.
There is still one question that remains, “How will I know it is true love?”. I simply refuse to accept the answer “You will know it when you see it”. Utter nonsense. Some love takes years to mature and grow. Possibly from friendships or distant relationships of some kind. Its not a solid object. It wont fly at you squawking “I am love, here I am!”.
Love is time. Love is devotion. Love is attention and fondness. Its something you teach yourself how to do when you find someone so breathtaking that, each time you look at them its like the first time. Weak knees and all.
Love is when you find someone you don’t know how you ever lived without. And when you know you can not ever live without them again.
When I am lucky enough to find that… Ill never be the same again. I know its what will sustain me in my darkest hour. Knowing that something as wonderful as love, is waiting for me in the future, keeps me going.
Each day I live, each breath I breathe and each tear I cry, I know that love is out there for me. I just need to be strong enough to find it.
~Lorebella
