What is your definition of love?
Love, to me, definitely grows as you grow. I would say that my viewpoint on life and love has changed since my first experience with romantic love, and has matured. Love to me then was something that was desperate passion and frantic declarations of that love. It’s been a while since then, but not a significantly large amount of time. I should like to think that my view of love is going to change again and again, growing more sophisticated. The best way I can show you how I define love is to give you a quote:
“We need a witness to our lives. There’s a billion people on the planet… I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you’re promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things… all of it, all of the time, every day. You’re saying ‘Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness.”
I’m sick of learning about relationships one piece at a time from different relationships. I want one relationship that we can learn together in, piece by piece. I don’t want my knowledge to come from the pain of breaking up again.
Love is having a best friend. I don’t know how to define love more than that. Having a best friend is sharing what you think and what you’ve done; listening to your best friend’s thoughts and what they’ve done. Love is having a best friend to come home to and loving even when you’re mad; accepting that no one is perfect, especially yourself. Accepting that your best friend isn’t perfect either, is love.
Love is gathering all of the faces you wear and showing them to your best friend, knowing that they’ll understand. The same goes for accepting all of your best friend’s faces. That is love. Love is where your heart is, where you want to be, but know that you can’t be there all the time, if not for grownup responsibilities, but for the logistics of two people spending all their time together. That is, if you were together all the time, you’d drive each other insane. And that’s part of love. You accept that you need time apart, and live with it and value it because it makes coming back together all the sweeter.
People say they love each other constantly, but I feel its like saying the pledge of alliegance every day— it loses it’s meaning with constant use. And yet, somehow, people still don’t say those three words enough. Maybe it would be enough if we told the people that mean something to us the truth— that we value and cherish them, that we respect them and like to hear their opinions.
