Love. What is that? Is it really the way the movies say it is? Is it the big, grand gestures? Is it all powerful and consuming? Is it instant, like you meet them and immediately know it's love? I don't think it is.
For me, love is the small things that add up. When someone puts effort to remember the little things you like and things you don't. When they're understanding and never make you feel like you're unimportant. When they like the things that make you, you.
Is love a different thing for everyone? The things that make me feel loved and the way I love people isn't the same as the next person. So, on that note, why do we only have one word to describe it? A scary word at that. It's a word I feel and can't even bring myself to say. Because maybe it's not love just yet? But it's not nothing, so what's the scary word for that? So I ask the very question I began with. Love, what is that?
1/15/24
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شِعرhey! I'm not claiming to be a professional writer by any means, but I write poetry sometimes, and I think they're really something. all of these are written by me, so please, if you don't like them, just scroll as I write about very serious, very im...
