How do YOU Define it?
Love isn't easy to define, either. When does something turn from friendship to love? I love some of my friends, but not everyone I call a friend would I say I love. And yes, family is someone you feel bonded to - but do you have to love them all? Mom, dad, brother, sister. Yes? But cousins, aunts, uncles, second cousins, nieces, nephews? Where is this line of "loving becuase they are family?" And is that a real thing?
Love is caring about someone a deep amount. Hoping good things for them always. Wanting to know about their life, and caring about the way it is going, and how it ends up. Love is wishing them happiness always, and their presence making you smile.
Being in love.. is different. Almost scarier. It's this consumption of your thoughts. It's this NEED to spend time with them so often. It's this fear that gnaws at you because if they died, what would you do, and would your life go on at all? It's an infatuation, of sorts, or an addiction, but in the best, most amazing way. It's this direct connection to your heart that is terrifyingly fragile, but that you never want to lose. It's this point where not just their presence makes you smile, but just the thought of them, the sound of their voice, a picture of their face, the smell they left on the blankets... all those things intrude into your thoughts and make you happy.. and the absence of any of them makes you melancholy. Its the need to make THEM happy, no matter what, and to take away their sadness. And when you can't, its absolutely crushing.
It's hard to define.....
Love is caring about someone a deep amount. Hoping good things for them always. Wanting to know about their life, and caring about the way it is going, and how it ends up. Love is wishing them happiness always, and their presence making you smile.
Being in love.. is different. Almost scarier. It's this consumption of your thoughts. It's this NEED to spend time with them so often. It's this fear that gnaws at you because if they died, what would you do, and would your life go on at all? It's an infatuation, of sorts, or an addiction, but in the best, most amazing way. It's this direct connection to your heart that is terrifyingly fragile, but that you never want to lose. It's this point where not just their presence makes you smile, but just the thought of them, the sound of their voice, a picture of their face, the smell they left on the blankets... all those things intrude into your thoughts and make you happy.. and the absence of any of them makes you melancholy. Its the need to make THEM happy, no matter what, and to take away their sadness. And when you can't, its absolutely crushing.
It's hard to define.....