Without ovethinking it, LOVE to me is one of the most, if not THE most powerful emotion and feeling that any human being can experience. Some may say that it’s something which may either “make you or break you.” And in many cases, love has the ability to bring you up to such serene highness but it is also capable of hurting you (physically and emotionally) like nothing or no one else ever could. It touches every bit of reason and aspect of any person’s life, whether it’s family, friends, or a romantic partner. It’s defined just like the word itself, where it’s such a universal and abstract thing inside something that’s wrapped up in one simple word. It reaches beyond anyone’s knowledge when trying to come up with what it really means. Ultimately, it’s almost impossible to define because it touches and relates to such an infinite amount of reality and ideas. However, if I had to, based on my past experiences… LOVE equals the ultimate form of happiness AND/OR the unfortunate fact that it may cause a person the world’s most horrifying depression. Love’s imperfections play a major role in what necessarily makes the world go round.