Our reality //m.g.c//

Epilogue

LOVE /lʌv/

noun

1. an intense feeling of deep affection.
"babies fill parents with feelings of love"

2. a great interest and pleasure in something.
"his love for football"

3. a person or thing that one loves.
"she was the love of his life"

verb

1. feel deep affection or sexual love for (someone).
"do you love me?"

If you were to ask me three years ago if love exists, you would get a very long explanation on why it most certainly doesn't. If you were to ask me two years ago, I'd say no, but I wouldn't sound so sure anymore because I felt it then. I felt how it was supposed to feel like but I wasn't ready to believe it and abandon my beloved beliefs that it doesn't exist. But if were to ask me now if love exists, I'd tell you yes and here is why. There are many, many, many different loves and just as many if not more synonyms for it. For example, fondness, tenderness, liking, compassion,

be in love with, be infatuated with...But none of those touch a person quite as much as love. I used to think that love didn't exist because it was just another form of attachment. I believed people were social creatures who craved companionship and as soon as they got it and attached to someone they called it love. And as it turns out, I was right. Love is just another form of attachment but that doesn't make it any less real. Once you feel it, and you feel it for real, it's like a drug you never want to get off of. It's like this insatiable hunger forms in you the second you taste love and it stays there, craving it even long after the person that supplied you with it is gone. That is love. But the whole body consuming love isn't the only love. That love is just a young love and as Henry Ward Beecher once said: "Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering." That doesn't make it any less of a love but it also doesn't make it true love. True love, I believe, is experienced only once in life and that is when being with a person makes you feel more yourself then you feel on your own. Now the thought of that scared me so bad until I experienced it and now, now this is the best feeling in the world. The feeling of being the most you you've ever been because that person completes you. Emily Bronte described it perfectly with: "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." So in conclusion, love exists within every person if only you allow it to exist and Dr. Seuss described the feeling of knowing you're in love like this: "You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams," and this is still the most accurate description of it, at least in my opinion.

So allow yourself to love and create your own reality.