What’s the definition of love?

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First Posted: 2/10/2015

This morning I was going through some old boxes and came across a journal that I kept my senior year of high school. It was a time of discovery in my life, of new feelings and of beginning to figure out the person who I am. I came across an entry written about my personal definition of love. It amazes me how on point I was for someone so new into this emotion. In celebration of Valentine’s Day, I am going to share with you my 17-year-old self’s thoughts on love.

Love is running with your eyes closed. It is taking the jump and not knowing what you’re diving into, but feeling confident in the fact that someone is going to be there to catch you before you hit rock bottom.

Love is the magic of life. It is falling all over again every time I see you. The butterflies, the smiles, the late night phone calls. Love is setting my heart on fire with a passion that I can’t even begin to understand.

Love in uncertainty; having a thousand questions and only one obvious answer. It is a test that only time can fail. Love is the mind, body and soul all dancing together to my favorite song.

Love is wishing on a star. It is looking up at a night’s sky and knowing that every twinkle is an opportunity to wish for you in all of your greatness. Those stars, they all have the potential of being your fairy godmother. It is breathing in that night sky and filling your senses.

Love is fear; not knowing what the next minute holds for you but doing it anyways and being open to whatever the outcome may be. It is letting your walls down and knowing there is a potential that your world is about to be shattered but trusting in blind faith that instead it’s going to end up OK.

Love is you, my wind, my sun, my stars and my moon. This love could last a moment’s glance, a day, a year, a lifetime. All I know is that I will never be the same again. So I am going to give you my greatest treasure, my heart. I am going to ask you to keep it forever. I am going to ask that you are not careless with it. I am going to tell you it is all that I have and pray that is reason enough for you to take care of it, to take care of me.

This is falling. This is me. This is you. This is love.

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