Love or hate?

What is love?

Love: a word we take for granted.

You may use it more than you think, for things that don't deserve to be described by such a powerful word.

This word could be like fireworks, lighting the sky up in different directions, giving you goose bumps as you see the colours dance with the stars.

But at the same time, the fireworks can fade. They light you up with happiness and then drift away into nothingness. The black sky engulfing you in it's sorrow and darkness.

The same fireworks could scare you when they make their call. The same light only burns because of the darkness.

You may take love for granted more than you realise.

For instance, saying you love pizza, or the ketchup packets at Mcdonald's.

But we never really mean that.

And the days when we really need to love something, we can't find it.

Because the fireworks have dissolved and you were distracted at the light shining from your phone to look up and see them.

Love is many things, to many different people.

Love could be something they adore and want to be surrounded with. It could be something they take for granted. Or it could just be a word.

A word that means nothing, and that is the saddest thing of all.

We may believe that sadness is only something that has happened.

It isn't what has happened, it's what hasn't happened. Or what couldn't happen for that matter.

Love and sorrow come hand in hand. Just like the sun and the moon.

So very different, yet something everyone needs.

Without the sun we would all freeze, and without the moon we would all be blind.

To me, love isn't blind or frozen.

It isn't something that you should take for granted or said in a rushed manner.

It should be sentimental, something that occurs once every blue moon.

The technical part of my brain wants to say that love is a neurochemical reaction that occurs in the brain and slowly fades over time.

But the hopeless romantic in me wants to say that love is broken down into 3 categories: lust, attraction and attachment.

Lust for the desire to scream it at the top of your lungs at the top of mount Everest.

Attraction for the feeling you get when you lock eyes with that one person.

And finally,

Attachment, because love is always with you, even when you don't want it. Even when you think you've stopped caring, love attaches itself to you in a way that makes you want to cry. But also in a way that makes you strong, and fights through the problems.

That's what love means to me.