“What does love mean to you?”
That’s a question I was asked recently.
And to my surprise, I couldn’t answer decently.
Type, type, clitter, clatter, delete, delete.
I drew a blank, but didn’t want to search up “love” and cheat.
What does love mean to me? I was completely baffled…
The fact that I was at a lost for words left me kind of rattled.
For I am a writer, and let’s be real, all I do is rant.
But when faced with describing love, suddenly I can’t?
For me, love is hard to put in a one sentence description.
There’s a reason why people say love is a type of addiction.
The first thing that comes to mind, is that love is the feeling of being secure,
the type of love where you are more than 100% sure.
The kind of love that is there, yet unspoken.
The kind of people that make you feel whole, even when you’re broken.
Feeling love is one of the best feelings there is to feel,
the kind of love where you don’t have to question if it’s real.
Love is so hard for me to describe because I feel it in different ways,
it’s more like a feeling of your heart being set ablaze.
To love and be loved is really what it boils down to.
So when you ask if I have an answer to the original question, I guess, yes I do.
Love can be a person, a place, a feeling, a certain time in your life, and more…
But to me, love is indescribable, and that’s how I know I’ve felt it many different ways before.
Love is wanting those around you to be happy,
it brings out all the feels and yes, I’m getting sappy.
What does love mean to me?
It’s all the good feelings – the butterflies in your tummy and your heart feeling full all in one.
If you were thinking of certain people while reading this, then my friend, you have won.