Last night someone whom I once babysat texted me. She asked me for advice on love. Specifically, how to know that you are in love. I texted her that love was a complicated thing, and you know. However, last night as I tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep, I thought more and more on this question. Love is not just one singular thing. I cannot be defined in one sentence or less.
Love is looking at a person and thinking they are the most amazing beautiful person. Love is sitting next to this person in the car as you go out to explore the world and considering how there is no one else you want next to you. Love is seeing something out in the world and wishing this person was with you. Love is pure. Love is working past fights. Love is talking instead of yelling. Love is planning a future that you both look forward to. Love is putting aside your interest for the benefit of the other. Love is not having to put yourself on the sidelines. Love is support. Love is unconditional love. Love is being so comfortable that I tell you about my insecurities. Love is making me feel like I am a queen. Love makes me feel like I am worthy. Love is cooking for 2 hours because neither of you can focus. Love is looking across the room and feeling relief when I see your face. Love is holding me for hours as a cry. Love tells me it’s going to be okay. Love works to make it alright. Love doesn’t expect my trust. Love earns my trust. Love doesn’t get mad when I’m scared. Love talks calmly to me and tells me it’s going to be okay. Love doesn’t push me into sex. Love waits patiently for me to be ready. Love supports my dreams. Love spends hours helping me study and prepare. Love doesn’t expect anything back. Love is chaotic and peaceful all at once. It is neither one thing or another. It morphs into whatever a person may need at that moment. Love cannot be defined. Love is love.
What is love?
Expression of my life 