Love defined

I've been wrestling with this concept for awhile.

What is love?

It's like trying to take the skies and fit it into a heart shaped bottle. It's impossible, because not everyone agrees it is the same thing. It's crucial in live, yes. Everyone needs some, yes.

But what is it?

Is it the warm embrace of someone you care about, or the tears you shed when they are in pain? Does it create the greatest happiness, or the deepest melancholy? Who does it exist for? What does it exist for?

It could be answered so many ways. Smart asses define it like biology, like it's all facts, which can be read off so simply.

They say that. They don't want to believe it though.

No matter how we want to deny it, deep within ourselves, it's all we crave. Love. Someone who will love you because you are you, as you will love them because they are they. We don't have to love, or even like everything about them, But we care enough for it to drive us freaking mad.

I always imagined love as something... instant. Something that happens right away. Like in the Disney movies. But then, when it actually happened, I thought it was fake, and all hurt.

I was wrong.

Love grows. It just doesn't happen. Disney wasn't wrong about all of that. I mean, it starts as just like, then it will grow. And it's not fake, if it's really love. It's probably more real than 90 percent of the teenagers in america.

But it's still magical.

Especially if you find someone who loves you back.

So when you do, don't take it for granted. For your sake.

Sorry for talking bout love all the time. It's just been on my mind alot that's all. :[