What is this 'Love' you speak of?

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The thoughts that pester me in the back of my mind have somehow found their way onto paper.

Submitted: July 16, 2012

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Submitted: July 16, 2012



Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does no delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

I Corinthians 13:4-8

And we know then. We know what love is. That feeling of smiling when you sleep. Laughing as you sing. Thinking in your dreams. Love is so many things put together. It is standing outside his window with a radio on your head at midnight. Giving him the last bite of cake. Pretending to like his taste in music. Laughing at every one of his jokes. Pretending to be mad even when you know you could not be. Love is not knowing that things are perfect. No. Love is knowing things are all messed up, but still hoping that things would never change. Love is trying to hold your judgment together even when you know you will break down into naivety. Love is only seeing that person’s face in a hall even when it is bustling with people here and there. Love is when you know that a person won’t judge you no matter how stupid you act. Love is when he lets you wear his sweatshirt when you are cold. And you can still smell him on it. A deep smell, and you come up with a smile across your face. Love is knowing that fighting is okay. Love is not being afraid of making mistakes because you know that things will be okay. It is when you are willing to believe in the future even when all seems at loss. It is looking at your phone and smiling even when you are so tired you can’t walk. It is calling him and never running out of things to say. Love is being able to share long silences without feeling empty. It is when you tell secrets even though you know the stakes. Love is when you are able to give up your own happiness so that another can be happy. Love is when you know that if you call him at 3 in the morning, he will smile and pick up. Love is buying things at the mall without looking at the price tag. Love is being able to feel their hair without them looking at you funny. Love is being able to stare into their eyes and smile. Love is being able to share awkward conversations. Love is being able to switch subjects of talks when someone walks by, and you magically switch to the same topic. Love is being able to tell each other what you don’t like about them and still being okay. Love is when you hug for no reason. Love is when you can tickle each other and hit each other and call each other names but still be happy. Love is being able to understand their sarcasm perfectly. Love is a lot of things. It is something that you know when it hits you. And it hits like a frickin brick wall. It is something that makes you or breaks you. It is something that people will really learn to hate, but it is still something you can’t live without. I know. Cliché. But it’s true. It is something that you are happy to feel. And it will always be that way no matter how hard you try to convince yourself it isn’t. It will always be a part of people. Like a piece of art that you have to learn to accept.

~The M

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