The Common Dictionary Definition:
an intense feeling of deep affection • a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone• ( Love) a personified figure of love, often represented as Cupid.• a great interest and pleasure in something Is it the rush of blood when you hold their hand, feel their embrace, kiss their lips? Is it the passion that fills you when you stroke the brush along the canvas leaving the trail of colors, rich in emotion? Is it holding your darling close and hoping the ending never comes? No, it's more than just a feeling. It's more than just an action.
But is this what we mean when we say love? Is that all love is?No.Love is more than a feeling, it's more than lust, or an attraction, it's not just the baby god whom shoots us with metaphorical arrows, nor is it simply pleasure.It's more than all of that.It's something you can only share with someone or something special.
It's just far, far too complex. It's painful, it's rewarding, it's addictive, it's undeniable. It's a force of nature all it's own.
And that, can really blow.
Truth is, no one can give it a definition that can apply to every being in the world. You can only define love for yourself.
And so the proper definition of love, is undefinable.
But that's just looking at the world-wide picture.
What is love to you?
My input?
Its like trying to describe love to someone who has never had the advantage....or disadvantage, of feeling it.
I heard you say once that love feels like Sunshine.
As accurate as that is, it doesnt completely sum it up.
Let me have a go, shall we?
Its...having your world completely turned around, and still liking the view, you know?
Its fantastic and painful and deep and breathtaking and terrible all at the same time.
Its almost impossible to pinpoint the exact moment that it happens, but you can get pretty close.
You know when you see that person and they are the only thing in the world that can put you completely at ease.
And also when they are the one person who can really get inside your head and, quite frankly, do a lot of damage.
But knowing that they never ever would.
Its no longer a passing glance, its a lingering gaze.
No longer a simple exchange of words, its a colloquy of emotion that runs so deep you dont know where you end and where they begin
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