What is love?

It’s a number of things to a number of people, and is never the same to two. It is an emotion, a thought, an action—a relationship.

It is staying up late, talking to someone you value, just going on about anything and everything, laughing at the slightest little thing said or done.
It is being supportive to those you need in their desperate time of need, and just being there for them, when they need you the most, lending a shoulder, and a kind ear.
It is the summer days that we encounter, where everything we see just looks that bit brighter, and everything in your life seems to fit.
It’s hard work, but it is also like a piece of art-even the smallest part of it can be the most beautiful thing.

But then---love is the yelling, the hatred, the sleepless nights crying into your pillow, wishing it was different, and the destruction of your mind, going over every little detail, wishing it all could have been different, or wish you had said something else.
It’s the countless tears, the silent screams, the blinding light that stops us from seeing what really is there, and it’s the best of the dreams
And the worst of the nightmares.
It’s the pain in your chest, when nothing is physically wrong- the pangs of yearning, and the realisation of the past, and all that was lost with that final goodbye.

Amongst all of this rage, and nausea, and confusion, it’s the caring, and the kindness and the trust, and the little things that make you feel happy, even just looking back at the old texts. It is cherished moments which we hang in our hearts, and wrap up in words and pictures, never wanting to let go.

It’s the yearning, and the missing of someone, unable to sleep until you hear those words “Good night, love you” and then it sends you, unexplainably off into dreams, entrancing you in dancing illusions and wondrous hopes. It’s a strength that grows within, causing problems at times, but always sees us through.

It’s only a word, but it fills such spaces within sentences and moments in time, and can encompass even the greatest waves of emotion in a single syllable.
It is a painful, rewarding, heartbreaking, wonderful and difficult journey.
But it’s worth it.
Love. Is love.


It’s how I feel about you.