Love, in of itself, is a very peculiar thing.
Love is a sacred word, and it comes with a scale. Sometimes, it is used in the simplest form, as if to describe a feeling stronger than "like", but not used in the way love is reserved for human beings.
When you say those three little words to another human being, to me, it is a promise. Love says so much, means so much, has so much impact stuffed into those four letters.
To say that you "love" someone is to say that you trust them, that you accept every little thing about them, all their imperfections, all their flaws, all their ideas, every bit of them as a whole.
But sometimes, love fades.
And as love fades, I find myself thinking, "did I ever love them?" Which generally continues to make me doubt love as a whole.
Love is an insecure, doubtful, fluttering emotion, and it is not to be taken lightly. When you state love too soon, it forces you into a false belief that you love someone; you start believing your own lies. Maybe you really did love them, though, and you don't realize it. But how do you know?
That's one thing I can't tell.
When you love someone, romantically that is, you can't look at anyone else the same way. No one else is just as perfect, quite as wonderful as the one you love. Calling them your world would be an understatement.
But what do you do when that love fades away?
Love stands for so much, and it can tear down your world if you let it. Love covers your beliefs, your thought train, smothers your emotions to a painful extent, and messes with your mind.
Love has so many metaphors, and everyone has a different opinion of it; no one loves another in exactly the same way. Love is like a snowflake: precious, fragile, and unique. But sometimes, the blissful cold that keeps the snowflake alive dwindles into a spring, and the snowflake melts, never to be recovered. Love, like the snowflake, can be damaged in so many ways.
Love, in of itself, is a very peculiar thing.
