January 12, 2011 Defining Love
Everyone has their own belief and definition of love. The truth is while love is often defined as how we feel, it also defines us. It shows people who we really are, what we believe in and what we feel. It can be summed up with just one word. Nor should it be.
Love. It’s a word that is often bandied about. Sometimes we say it too much and sometimes we don’t say it enough. There are those people who can’t wait to fall in love and live for the day when they will find that perfect someone. Then there are those who will do anything to avoid falling in love.
Everyone has their own belief and definition of love. The truth is while love is often defined as how we feel, it also defines us. It shows people who we really are, what we believe in and what we feel. It can be summed up with just one word. Nor should it be.
My own definition of love is pretty simple:
Love is when you feel pain at the sight of your lover hurt, whether it’s physically or emotionally. All you know is that you want to comfort them, and soothe all their pain away.
Love is when you would walk through hell on earth to get to them.
It’s when you’re standing in the pouring rain, wrapped up in each other’s arms, and not even aware that it’s raining.
It’s when ever after years together his kisses still leave you breathless.
It’s when big monumental efforts don’t mean as much as the little things that he does for you like making you coffee in the morning because he knows you can’t function with out.
It’s when every word, and every action can cut that little bit deeper when you fight.
When you would do everything in your power to hold them that one last time, and when you know the letting go, while even harder, is the right thing to do.
It’s staying up all night long talking about anything and everything, without realising that time has slipped from night into day.
It’s being able to say everything without words, and only the slightest of touches.
Love is when every breath he takes becomes your breath, every heartbreak becomes your heartbreak, every tear your tear.
It’s making love all night, and when you don’t have to make love all night to prove that you love each other or even want each other.
It’s walking hand in hand on the beach on a warm summer’s night, and not needing words to enjoy each other’s company.
It’s hugging them just when they need that one hug, or two.
It’s listening to them when they just need to talk, and to get that angst out.
It’s cancelling plans with your friends because they need you with them tonight.
It’s looking at them one day and realising that you no longer notice the bad things about them because their good outweighs everything.
It’s cold kisses on hot summer nights.
Love is travelling halfway around the world to be with them, even if it means only sharing a few hours together before you have to leave again.
It’s waking up one morning and realising that you no longer have those fuzzy feelings for an ex.
It’s feeling at peace with yourself because you feel truly blessed to be with that special someone.
It’s accepting his family without questions, and his accepting yours without questions.
It’s accepting his friends, even the ones who joke how bad you are for each other.
It’s not listening to those friends of his or your own, who are forever trying to break you up or tell you that you can both do better.
Love is just being able to hold each other close and share each other’s grief after you have miscarried the child you both hadn’t been ready for, and didn’t realise how desperately you wanted until you’d lost it.
It’s when you can use your partner’s body to warm your frozen feet without his complaints.
It’s when just a smile from your loved one is the sunshine through your darkest day.
It’s weathering the storm, and knowing as soon as you see your special someone that you’re going to be okay.
It’s support. It’s constantly being told when you are in doubt of your own worth that you are truly beautiful.
It’s someone telling you they’d love you no matter what size you are, despite the fact you suspect they’re lying.
It’s not words read out aloud, not poetry, written songs or flowery words but honest words that come straight from the heart.
It’s being able to honestly tell that special someone exactly what you thought of them the first time you met them.
It’s the feeling of struck lightning from the very first moment.
It’s connecting with someone, and feeling like you have known them for a lifetime, and wanting to know them for another lifetime.
Love is being completely oblivious to your surroundings, and not caring where you are as long as you’re together.
It’s defending your partner against anything that comes his way, and fighting side by side with them.
It’s heroes allowing heroines to sweep them off their feet.
It’s the knowledge you would die for them.
It’s realising you want to spend the rest of your life with them.
It’s when you know despite the arguments, despite the tears and fears, you’d fight hell to hold them.
Love is when forever isn’t long enough.
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