What’s love? Merely a four letter word? Is it just another feeling that the heart emanates? Or simply a way to describe the butterflies in your stomach?
I think love is much, much more.
If I were to define love like one defines terms in a physics book, I would say that love is a complicated myriad of actions, emotions and thoughts conglomerated into one giant force that drives you through absolutely anything.
If I were to define love like a mathematical formula, I’d say that love is what you get when you add honesty to feelings & understanding, subtract doubt and selfishness, multiply it by attachment and empathy and then equate it.
If I were to define love as a chemical or biological process, I’d say that love is the after effect of dopamine on your brain and the rest of your body. The result of a successful search for a mate for the continuation of your kind, if you may.
if I were to define love in terms of literature, I’d say that love is the rush of warm blood to your limbs and the cold sensation that spreads all over your skin. It is probably the smile on your face in the lowest of moments, and the light at a distance in the darkest of nights. Maybe, it is the hope that thrives in your heart even when everything is finished and destroyed.
Love is more than just something that would fit into a sentence or two. It is more than the persistent infatuation towards that one special person who is everything you ever dreamt of. It is more than making out in the dark on a rainy evening. It is more than the most elaborate of notions about it, and yet is found in the smallest of things.
Maybe love is fumbling and mixing up words when you see them pass by. Maybe love is the scarlet tint on your cheeks when they catch your eye. It might just be the speeding up of your heartbeat when the smell of their cologne hits you, or when their skin accidentally brushes against yours.
Love is when they make you laugh, but have the power to bring you to tears. Love is when they hate romantic comedies, but watch them with you anyway. Love is you resting on their lap, as they watch a football match which holds the power to put you to sleep. Love is having similar hobbies and spending time doing those things together. Love is also having different interests and doing them for each other.
Love means to not be ashamed of them, to be proud to introduce them as yours. Love means staying up even when your eyes burn from the lack of sleep, just because they want to talk. Love is letting them sleep when they need to, even if you’re dying to talk to them. Love means basking in the sun, holding hands, as you take in each other’s aura. Love means pillow fighting and tickling each other as if you were kids.
Love is what it means to be their shoulder to cry on. Love is when you look past the flaws; love is when their imperfections don’t even matter. You know it is love when despite everything that might be wrong with them, you see them as the epitome of sheer perfection. They’ll be fucking beautiful to you, and unmatched, irreplaceable. Because love is real, love is not a scripted reality show. Love is that poem your thoughts bring into existence when you’re with them; it is when every song makes you think about them.
Love is all those times when you’ll fight with them and not even want to see their face. Love is what will still make you wonder if they had their dinner, even amidst the arguments. Love means sometimes wanting to push them off a cliff, but being there to catch them when they fall off. Love is realizing that it can’t always be a smooth road. Love means to know that there will be downs; it is what makes you survive them together. Love means to understand that it does not work like the movies, that it is not a fantasy book. Love is that road which will romanticize everything and still keep you grounded if you get it right.
Love will bring passion, lust and hunger. You’ll crave every speck of their body. You’ll need to see them, hear their voice. And sometimes, the intensity will diffuse. But love will still remain. Love is all those times when you won’t mind doing their dirty laundry, or wiping their running nose. Love means being there for them, when they need you, and even when they don’t. Love means the comfort and security that they bring; love is the trust you gift them.
Love is the decision to stay when things get rough. Love is the firm resolution to NOT throw away what you have when things hit rock bottom. Love is the will to hold on and fix what needs repair.
Love is sunshine on a cloudy day, and the cool drizzle amidst the scorching sun. Love is the fragrance that adds the perfect aroma to your being; it is the rainbow to all your thunderstorms, the spring to your autumn, the silver lining to your dark clouds.
Love is being each other’s best friend. Love is being goofy together and embracing each other’s weirdness. Love is eating like a monster in front of them; love is not caring what you look like on your worst days. And yet, love is when you want to dress up for them, look good for them. Love is when you find happiness in cooking their favorite meal, or sharing your food.
Love is so complicated, and yet so damn simple.
Love is the comfort of permanence and the security of faithfulness.
Love is heartbreak followed by apologies and kisses.
Love is finding the right person and adoring them to no end, like there’s no tomorrow.
Love is everything that I’ve felt and everything that I intend to feel, which made me capable of writing this.
Love is the person that came to your mind and never left as you read this.
Love is much more than just a four letter word; love is all of this and beyond.