What is love?
What is your own definition of love?
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Like Socialism, there are many types of love, different descriptions, different meanings.
Caring for the well-being, happiness and success of the beloved more than you do yourself.
My answer to your question would be one that either takes 10 years or more to get over, or one you never truly get over. While you’re in love, whatever type if you think it deep, you think is the one you’ve been searching for, and you can’t know the love I’m talking about unless you’ve experienced it firsthand.
Something worth dying for.
The essence of bullshit laced with pheromones. It is how you let others control you through your own mind if you are not careful. It’s not real yet it is a biological imperative. What is real is trust, connection, understanding and respect.
A song from the 90s that was used in SNLS movie Night At The Roxbury. That’s what love is. Oh yea and all that ore complicated stuff too. Heck stay single you will thank yourself in the long run.
Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more.
Love is appreciating someone for who they are, not who you think they should be. It’s meeting their needs and being there for them. It’s a willingness to compromise on things instead of always trying to have your way. It’s a contentedness in their presence, even if you’re just sitting together and not talking. It’s feeling comfortable enough to share your deepest thoughts with them and knowing they won’t judge you.
Love is a many-splendored thing.
Actually, “I don’t know what love is” but I do know that “Love will make you happy” and that “All you need is love” and that you need to be careful because “Love hurts” but truly I know that “I love Rock and Roll!” (got a dime?)
Love is a cat. Nobody ever divorces their cat. lol
No, that is true @Coloma but from experience I can say that they get thrown out for the night if they puke on the rug too many times. Let that be a lesson for all.
Love is that missing heartbeat; that skip when she walks into the room.
Love is the willingness to be harmed (in a broad sense) for the benefit of someone else.
There are many forms of love, but they all boil down to that.
Donating money to charity is an expression of love. Giving blood or bone marrow to a sick friend is an expression of love. Sacrificing your figure to bear a child is an expression of love. Giving up the freedom of single-life in order to share a life with a spouse is an expression of love.
At least, that’s a definition that I feel covers the subject.
BABY DON’T HURT M—no, really, please! Stop! Okay I’m sorry! I won’t make that reference again!
Love is. Words cannot describe this strange phenomenon. You can’t control it or plan it. It just happens and then you know.
Love is subjective. For me, it was flying to California because it was finally time to love myself more than I loved him.
Love is 18 years of friendship, and the fact that he holds all of my earliest memories in his calloused hands. Love is that I don’t tell him how sad I am without him, because I won’t let him carry the weight of what he’s put me through. Love is that I am still going through it, but I want him to be so happy. Love is when the other girl said she liked him because he’s going to be amazing, and all I could say was “He’s already amazing.”
Love is a beat up, white PT cruiser named Cassandra. Love is a superman necklace. Love was being woken up at 6 in the morning so he could drag my tired ass out into the snow so we could look at the northern lights. It was telling him: “I’m not sure if that was cute or evil.” And his reply: “I’ve seen a lot of romantic comedies, and that was adorable.”
Love, for me, is shared laughter.
It was when my sister told me “one day you will love someone so much that you’ll doubt you ever loved anyone ever before.” Love was the realization that I had found the one she was talking about. But it’s also the knowledge that even though it’s over, and he played that role for me, that it’s still a true thing, and I will find it again.
Love is that I still let him come around, even though the more time I spent with him the more time it will take me to heal. Because he needs me. And I don’t need him, but I want him.
Love was the night we talked about the miracles we’d witnessed in our lives, but the greatest of all was sharing a childhood.
Love was the paper crown, and the joke about the Philistines. It was my first time climbing the Butte, and the fact that he literally just texted me, and I smiled. I can’t tell you what love is, if I’m being honest. Love is an experience, and these are mine. Love will be something entirely different for you. And it will be beautiful in ways you never could have imagined.
^ That was beautiful and tragic.
AshLeigh
Well experienced and well written. You are both lucky to know each other. Ouch. I feel the hurt for you, and I have no right to. Better days and the knowledge that love will arrive, but in a different vessel. Give of yourself totally. You deserve it. ~
Love, to me, is a smile on your face. The reason to keep going. The acceptance that perfect does not exist. The ability to turn and walk away. Making things better for the long run, but painful up close. It is the last thought of the night.
This may sound cheesy, but in the movie ‘Interstellar’, there’s an awesome dialogue between two characters and it basically described love as the one thing that isn’t quantifiable, but is nevertheless real and full of impact on the world.
I’m summarizing of course, you have to watch the movie, but love is that one thing that isn’t physically real, but somehow exists.
I mean you can say love is a chemical reaction that creates a bond between two or more people, but it is way more than that even.
I view love in behavioral terms. Love is the time and effort that you are willing to devote to connecting to someone or something. A person’s time in this world is all too brief. It is the most valuable commodity we have, and how we divvy it up speaks volumes about the things we love the most.
Love comes in many forms….I love certain activities, foods, nature, friends and family. I love those things/people because they bring joy and fulfillment into my life. When it comes to your S/O….not only do you experience joy and fulfillment from having them in your life, you feel safe, secure and protected by their presence in your life. And to feel true love you have to have trust in that person. To me that is what love is.
Sorry it was not supposed to come out as loads and loads of link details. Just the heart with the precious words in it.
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