Love

Trust me, I would have been super proud if I could have thought of a more witty title for this one. But how do you find something from the mind to represent something from the heart? It's nearly impossible. The two rarely work in collaboration.

We all know what a mind is, what facts are, how to memorize them, but everyone has a different definition of happiness, sadness, depression, stress, anxiety, anger, joy. Especially love.

So what is love? Where does it come from? How do you know when you have it? Every dictionary seems to say something different.

love [luhv] noun/verb
1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child or friend
3. sexual passion or desire
4. a person toward whom love is felt, beloved person, sweetheart
5. used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like
6. a love affair, an intensely amourous experience, amour
7. sexual intercourse, copulation
8. a personification of sexual affection, as in Eros or Cupid
9. affectionate concern for the well-being of others
10. strong predilection, enthusiasm or liking of anything
11. the object or thing so liked
12. the benevolent love of God for His creatures, or the revertent affection due from them to God
13. in tennis, a score of zero, nothing
14. a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L.

I guess the only true definition a person can ever get of love is the one they write themselves, and that really has to come from what they know.

Well, this is what I know.

If I didn't believe in love, I'd be lying in a bathtub somewhere, cutting my wrists and crying my eyes out. The sad thing about that is, it's absolutely true. I think I'm just about the most pathetic person in the world, because the only thing that keeps me going everyday is the thought that someday, somehow, I'll meet someone who will get to know me, and learn to truely love me, and the parts about myself that I hate will be the parts that he likes the most.

Yeah, I know. It's bad.

We as humans go by living our day to day lives without so much as a second thought to how we feel, because emotions are temporary. "I'm feeling happy today. Hooray." "I'm feeling sad today. This sucks."

But love... We take love so much more seriously because love never leaves, nor fades, nor dies.

And that scares the motherfucking shit out of us.

There is no line between love and lust. I always wonder why the hell a person would draw one. You have to have one or the other, according to most people. The girl you want in bed is a different person than the girl you want to talk to and trust. Why the hell CAN'T they be the same person? Love and lust are two sides of the same coin. The only advice I can give about that one is don't think of the world as having two dimensions. Think in 3D.

Obsession, however, is a whole different ball park.

As a girl who has fought obsession for more of her waking life, I can tell you right now that it's hard to tell the difference, until you feel love. Obsession mimics the signs of love: thinking about the person, wanting to be with the person all the time. The only way I can describe it, is obsession feels like screaming. Love feels like laughing. When you're obsessed, it's like a hole keeps caving in again and again in your very core. When you're with the person you're obsessed with, there's this huge release, a swell of happiness. It's not genuine, though. It's like an addiction to drugs: you're just getting your fix and then when you're without it, you get withdrawl. You want to give more, because it makes you feel like you might get more, but it doesn't work that way. Because, at the end of the day, when you've given everything you have, you'll only just have nothing left for yourself.

Love feels like you're getting filled up. It's like this person came bearing a puzzle piece that finished the picture. You can't stop smiling, you can't stop singing, and suddenly you have the strength to go one.

It's beautiful and great and growing. And it only gets better as time goes on. Life is too short not to love, or to complicate it, or throw drama over it.

In the purest sense, love is a soul. It's a great presence that floats through the world, the closest humans on earth will ever get to heaven. It's a higher plane of a peaceful mind. When you're heart belongs to someone, and theirs to you, and you can trust them completely with it, the whole world could bend to the unity between you.

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.