Love has many different variations. Many, Many people try to describe what Love is. Some I can relate to, some a little too fantastic to believe. Many people go through life trying to find Love, thinking they might be in Love. Love is so variated, because each person feels in differently. Like a snowflake drifting through the wind, it is never the same as any other and it is very hard to attain.
I do not know everything about Love. All I know is what I have experienced, heard of, and read about. My own image of Love may be very different from anothers, better or worse. But I know that the Love I experience is true.
Love is something extarordinary. It's felt not only with the mind, but also with the soul. It's when you become attatched to someone in a way that is different from all others. You care for this person, so much so that their well-being is often more important to you than your own. This person is someone you understand, you may not be able to finish their sentences, but you know how they feel in certain situations and how they would react. You enjoy spending as much time with them as possible, and they bring a certain happiness into your life that many others cannot. If they are in Love with you aswell, you can be around this person with comfort and ease. There is no need for facades. You trust this person, not only with your secrets, but also with your emotions. And you are just as much faithful to them. You would never do anything to harm this person, physically or mentally, unless you were given no choice. Wherever that person is, is where you want to be. But if that person needs space, you have no problem to give it to them. Love is selfless, compassionate, and unconditional. It is understanding and forgiving. Patient and careful. Love is undoubtful. "True Love" Is not a feeling you are unsure about. You cannot guess that you are in Love. If you are in Love, then you know it. You feel it, like there is an unknown nerve somewhere inside you that can only recieve love. Like when you feel a person tap you on the shoulder. You felt it, you instinctively know that it was a person without having turned around. You know they have poked you, without having seen the touch. You feel love, it becomes a part of you. An instinct of devotion. A desire to please. They may make you happy, they may also make you sad. They may not be in Love with you, they may hurt you, they may not care for you as you care for them. But if you truly Love them, then you cannot bear hatred for them. You may be angry, but in your heart you will forgive them because your Love for them holds more power over hate. There is no room for both. When you Love someone truly, it is uneffected by others. Uneffeted by forces such as distance or death. The only thing that can effect Love is the person you are in Love with. And even then, that is uncertain. This is partly a general view of Love, and partly an understanding of my own experience with Love. This is what I believe to be true.
