In 2019 I asked my friends and family to describe/define what they felt “Love Is”. Their answers rocked my world.
Love Is:
Love is beautiful. It’s Complicated. It’s all consuming and hard to place.
Love is important. It’s Unfair. It’s the meaning of everything.
Love is passionate. It’s being enamored by someone’s most authentic, crazy self. It’s confident. It’s the days you randomly stop to realize how much you’ve loved, and been loved, a little harder over time.
Love is simple.
Love is selfish. It’s selfless. It’s difficult to explain. It’s beautiful. Agape. It’s waking up next to someone and feeling complete. It is a web of emotions.
Love is an unconditional commitment, through all of life’s ups and downs. It’s adventurous. It is exhausting. It’s measured by the amount you do or would give up for a person. And lots of food.
Love is Patient. It’s challenging. It’s everything that you think it is and also everything that you don’t. It’s understanding. It’s confusing. But sometimes it’s as simple as desert drives and apple pies.
Love is a soggy, made to order gas station sub, carried across state lines.
Love is tenderness. It’s always changing. It’s staying up until 4 in the morning talking just so you don’t have to say goodbye. It’s absolutely terrifying. It’s exactly what the love songs are all about. It’s knowing just by looking at them. It is a lot of work.
Love comes to give, not to take. Love is Authentic. It’s a lesson. It is supporting someone selflessly. It’s Messy. It’s mesmerizing. It’s laughter.
Love is thoughtful. A sense of ease. It’s when, in that moment, you know that you would do anything for that person. It is wanting what is best for someone without thinking of your own needs. It brings comfort and affirmation and reassurance.
Love is an endless, black hole.
Love is Growth. Acceptance. Exhilarating. Painful. Curious. It’s enjoying every moment spent with another person. It’s multifaceted. Unconditional.
Love is not a real thing.
Love is investing in being genuinely curious about the other person, and challenging yourself to always open up. It’s dedication. It’s happiness. It’s all of the little moments that catch you off guard.
Love is impossible.
Love means “all the little things”. It’s when you look at that person and just smile. It gives you a purpose. It’s indescribable. Maybe it means knowing someone completely and still wanting to stick around. It is accepting everything that you know about them.
Love is a large order of Portillo’s Cheese Fries.
Love is who you go to when you are at your best and at your worst. It’s wanting to share every part of your day.
Love is knowing that they always have your back (Unless you probably kill someone). It’s knowing that there is literally nothing they can do to make you not love them (even if they do kill someone).
Love is all encompassing, indiscriminate, and unyielding regardless of circumstances.
Love is worth it.
This is wonderful thank you - here is a short poem I wrote about love 😊
https://open.substack.com/pub/thealfalfamail/p/lovebeachcombing?r=3zkd2z&utm_medium=ios
Absolutely beautiful.