Wikipedia defines love as a variety of different feelings, states and attitudes that ranges from interpersonal affection to pleasure. But is it all that love is, and nothing more? Far beyond the tendrils of my comprehension, I often wonder, what is this love?
Does is it mean bike rides in the midst of a roaring night? Or does it mean dwelling in silence while thousands of fireflies warm up a cold, quiet night? Maybe, maybe not.
They say love makes you laugh and cry, both at the same time. They say love is to let go, to forgive. But isn’t love about holding onto that one soul, that one soul that alights a fire in you so fiery, the fire of hell itself trembles to your feet, and at the same time, creates a feeling in you so benign, that the serene temples of heaven hang their heads down in admirable shame?
Some people live through millenniums, to find love, while it brushes past some, just like the autumn winds that caress a blossoming flower. Love is strange, it’s peculiar, call it whatever you want. But it is that, and so much more. Just remember, so much more.