What is love?
When we claim that it's love that we have for someone, are we correct? Something to ponder upon...
Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest? It isn't love, it's like you can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right? It isn't love, it's lust. Are you proud, and eager to show them off? It isn't love, it's pride. Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand? It isn't love, it's confidence. Do you stay for their confessions of love because you don't want to hurt them? It isn't love, it's pity. Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat? It isn't love, it's infatuation. Do you pardon their faults because you care about them? It isn't love, it's friendship. Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of? It isn't love, it's a lie. Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake? It isn't love, it's charity. Does your heart ache and break when they're sad? Then it's love. Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong? Then it's love. Do you see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts? Then it's love... Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain adrelation pulls you close and holds you there? Then it's love. Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are? Then it's love. Would you give them your heart, your life, your death? Then it's love. Now if this is painful tortues us so, why so we love? Why is it all we search for in life? This pain this agony? Why is it all we long for? This torture this powerful death of self? Why? The answer is so simple 'cause it's love. It is such an addictive thing that even people who are not having it wish to experience it and share it with someone.