I think it's so messed up how everyone wants love...everybody wants it. I don't know how it is for guys, or how it is for anyone else..but I do know how it is for me. I'm terrified of growing old alone, and I think most people feel the same way. I think it's so crazy what people will do for love when a lot of people don't even know what it is exactly.
Maybe everyone has their own feeling for what love is? I think true love is something that can never die...I know true love never dies because there's proof. What's my proof? My proof is when I see a little old lady and a little old man holding hands walking down the street, or when a little old lady takes care of a little old man. That has to be some form of love.
Maybe that's what makes love so hard to figure out. There are so many different forms of it. For example...
A mother holding her new born baby for 3 straight hours..that's love.
A best friend bringing soup to their sick friend is love.
A little old lady and man holding hands down the street is love.
Staying up all night with someone who is upset just to make sure they're okay is love.
Accepting someones imperfections is love.
Maybe love is going out of your way to make someone else happy, or maybe it's wanting to spend every waking second with someone...forever, and never getting tired of their presence. Maybe it's completely learning who someone is and then wanting to learn things together. Maybe love is the power to pick someone up at their all time low and make them feel incredible.
I thought writing a blog about what love is might help me realize what it is. But I'm still not really sure. All I know is, I hope I find love someday. Because the way I picture it in my head, It seems perfect.
Maybe love is something we can't describe, maybe love is something we can only see and feel.
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