A curious thing it is. Love is so nurturing yet so fatal. How does one love another and find peace in the unknown possibility that they are loved in return? How can one say that they are in love? Couldn’t it just be lust or even some type of vail? How can you say, “I love you” and know it to be truthful and wholehearted? Wouldn’t it just be better to say, “Love you” and know it to be honest than to say, “I love you” and not know whether it should be taken as truth or be discarded as a lie?
Love is an oath stronger than a blood truce. It should be seen as more than religion. Love is an oath to care for that person wholeheartedly and with conviction. The gravity of love is more than 10 fold that of any black hole.
Love is like glass, once broken it will never be the same. Yet one could say that broken, shattered glass could be turned into a piece of art so beautiful that any other could not tell you that piece had been created from a broken past. I know this to be true because, unlike most, I see what people can be if they just have a positive reinforcement.
I’ve seen what can happen when people can call someone, even if it’s 2:17 in the morning, and just be able to talk for a few minutes. I know how important having the person you called just talk to you can be, because sometimes, we just need to hear that person’s voice.
So, when you ask me what love is, and I say to you that love is not a What. Understand that I am telling you love is like a Stained Glass art piece. No two pieces are the same and that it is a deep connection to everything. Love is a loss, a pain, a pet, a person, a relief, and even a lesson. I should know after all, I’ve been shattered more times than I care to admit.
