Thoughts and Questions for the World

Love

Love: it is such an unrequited thing that makes people do crazy things. I should know. Whether I was actually in love doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that I could have been.

 If I wasn't in love then why did the rejection crush me? It wrecked every fiber of my being, every corner of my soul became shallow and thin. I didn't just lose a potential love interest, I lost one of the closest friends I had ever had. I lost all the people who I thought actually gave a damn about me. Turns out I just lose them or they leave.

This collection is for anyone who has ever been in love, anyone who has ever been heartbroken, and all those in-between who have felt any of the synonymous emotions that come with the climb and the fall of the journey. Or this collection could also be to anyone who has had someone walk out of their life or if you, yourself have walked out of someone's life. 

If you look up the meaning of love in the dictionary the following is what you get: 

noun

(1) : a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person

OR 

(2) : attraction that includes sexual desire : the strong affection felt by people who have a romantic relationship

That is what the dictionary will give you. Honestly, though, that isn't what love really is. Love is fireworks and stars but love is also pain and passion and screaming and crying and cuddles and rain. Love can be anything you want it to be. Love can be defined in any way that you feel it. I believe that no two people can feel love the same way. Which thinking about it is really odd to say. Because you might be thinking well the way that I love my partner is the same way that they love me. Is it really though? What the fuck even is love? 

Can you tell me? Because I don't think I quite know. 

So, reader, I ask you one question that I desire an answer to. How do you define love?