Love is a million and one things. Love is a feeling. Love is an action. Love is a conscious decision. Still, love can’t be defined by many. Love is nuanced in that way. Love can exist in the form of a decision, but you still can’t control who you love. Or how you love. Love is described as a drug. Most of the time, love is not a stand-alone emotion. Love loves company. Love is a million and one things. Sometimes love hurts. Sometimes love feels like an oxymoron. So…the opposite. It makes you crazy. It tugs and pulls and bends and molds your heart and your mind. You almost start to question what you wouldn’t do for love. I mean, it’s a drug after all. But love is beautiful. I think everyone should try it at least once. The highs you ride and the thrills you chase. The things you decide to do to keep it. Love is work. Love is compromise. Love is caring and understanding. Love is patient. Love is giving. Love is unselfish. But sometimes, love hurts. You feel your heart get heavy and weigh down your chest. With all its good and bad love can’t be defined. Love just is. Sure, there are many things that I love about you, but the reason I love you is because I just do. Because love is. Love is so many things that it just gets to exist and linger without definition. You’re like love to me, you just are, and I love you for it.
