• Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ( "I loved that meal" ) to intense interpersonal attraction ( "I love my husband" ). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.

    Love is an extremely powerful emotion; it can be irresistible and people are often bound to pursue their love interests.
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    I used to watch you in the schoolyard, holding hands, sharing smiles. You told me he was perfect. You told me he treated you like a queen. Two weeks later, you were crying. Tears of heartache streaming down your face as you sobbed, "I thought he was the one".
    I would wring my hands, glad that I still held my heart all my own. I'd give it to no one. I didn't want that pain that seemed to follow you around; I chose to wait.

    Often you thought I was weak, immature, unable to handle the realities of life, of love. But you didn't understand me. Sometimes I thought you knew more than me, but then I'd realize that you only knew differently. I had my reasons, but you were stubbornly set to your way.

    Once upon a time I asked, "What does love, real love, feel like?" Not the flings better kept to the playground or the hot and cold, on and off desires running so rampant through society. I wanted to know true love.

    While you took your life in a different direction, while you closed us out, I allowed myself to stand tall. I was going to find my own way. I would search for that real love. I would find a man that would love me for me. He wouldn't want me to change. If I woke up feeling sad, a smile from him would be enough to remind me that it has to rain first before you get to see the rainbow. He'd tell me I was beautiful and he'd mean it. We'd laugh about silly things and dream about our future together and about the family we'd one day nurture. Together. Always together.

    It took a moment, a single moment, during that pause in my search, he, walked into my life.

    I know girls that made lists, girls that would only date boys that ticked all their predetermined desires. I had no such list. And now, as I stood looking back at myself, I know why. This man who was interested in the girl that once cried because she had no friends; this man would wipe those tears. This man who wanted to spend eternity with a girl who spent a year of her life living in fear; this man would help her stand when she felt like falling.

    A part of you that once felt incomplete now feels whole. There's now a part of you that makes you feel like a better person, a better part, your better half. These feelings so indescribable, this love you now feel for a person, whom once upon a time you never knew, never gave another glance. Now, you cannot imagine life without him. Every moment you spend with him is the new best moment of your life. Every minute you're without him makes you long for him even more and you wish the day would pass you by so you can be reunited once again. This feeling that you would do anything for him and you know, without any shadow of doubt that he feels exactly the same. That he loves you as much as you love him and he tells you. He does all he can to make you happy and you do the same.

    This is love. There are so many facets, so many parts. It's more than an emotion. More than a heart drawn on a piece of paper with initials scrawled either side. That might be your love, but its not mine. The moment I understood true love was the moment words failed to describe those feelings beating so strongly in my heart, overwhelming my mind. Something so pure and wonderful, speech failed to do it justice. There is so much more left unsaid. The sheer power in that single word and the reflection in his eyes, mirrored in my own. This is my love, his love.

    Your love is not the same. I do not understand your love. I doubt I ever will. But don't close me out. Do not say that my love doesn't exist. It's as real as breathing and without it, I'd surely die.

    Because once I asked, "What is love?". And now, I know.