Can you define love?
The definition of love is vague and, at the same time, so simple.
We all fall in love, but how many of us understand the true meaning of love?
The meaning of love cannot really be explained, it must be experienced.
The definition of love may be two sentences long, but what is real love and how does it work?
And how does he make you feel?
The Meaning of Love
Love…I wonder what this really means.
Is it this feeling that makes me want to jump for joy?
Or is it that touch that makes me want to jump on clouds?
I wonder if it’s love when I’m happy to see your face, or is it love when I hold you passionately?
I don’t know if I’m in love, I wonder all the time if I’m in love.
Defining Emotions – The Definition of Love
I really don’t know the definition of love, because no one has ever shown me what love really is.
They say it’s felt when I hug my beloved when I hold her hands.
They say it’s meant to be heard, in the rustling of leaves, in the cool breeze, in the words of the special person in my life.
They say that love is to be seen in the beauty of the world, in the depths of my beloved’s eyes.
Or, as some say, love must be tasted, like the candy that melts in my mouth, or the way I melt when my lips meet hers?
I don’t know what the definition of love is, but does love mean sacrifices and pain?
Or is it love when I kill myself for your love?
If this is true love, then maybe I’m not in love.
I never felt like I sacrificed anything for her, I promptly gave up everything I could to make her happy.
So what is the meaning of love?
I never felt pain when she fought me, I understood her better.
And I would never kill myself, why would I want to leave such a beautiful place and a beautiful person like her, just to prove that I love her?
So if I’m in love with her, I don’t know.
What Is Love So?
Maybe I still don’t know what love is, because no one has ever told me what love is.
I’ve only read about it in books and heard songs that try to explain the meaning of love.
I’ve heard songs that say love is like a river, some that say love is like an eternal flame, and some that say love is like a warm breeze.
How can love be so many different things and yet be the same?
But I know my world stops when I’m with her.
I burn inside and heat fills me as she squeezes my hand in hers.
I lose sight of the world when I look into her eyes.
I don’t know what makes me weak when she hugs me.
She makes me feel special when she’s around me.
But I told her I loved her, but I’ve been thinking about it since the day I told her this – is it really love, what do I feel for her?
Finding The Love Of My Life
I met Nadia six years ago, in the strangest places for first dates.
Soon we were friends.
We dated for a year before she accepted my ‘love’ for her.
The memory of that special night lingers in my mind like it was last night.
We were sitting under the stars in the heat of summer, and I was just looking at her beauty in the cold moonlight.
I was a boy peering through the glass window and admiring the most beautiful object I could wish for.
She sat beside me, counting the stars that surrounded us.
I sat next to her, counting the leaps in my heart.
Her locks played against her cheeks, and I was engulfed in the peaceful feeling I always felt around her.
Experiencing the Meaning of Love
I could never explain it, but I knew the closest word that could explain how I felt for her was…love.
But “love” was too small a word to explain everything I felt for her.
The meaning of love was too simple.
I just couldn’t justify explaining so many intangible feelings in a tiny four-letter word.
But I did, and that night, the sun shone in my heart and the happiness of the first kiss we shared felt like an endless fairy tale.
It was a feeling I still can’t describe.
I wondered if this was what love was like, like a beautiful view that just can’t be explained in a million words, but I knew it was special.
Many years have passed since the day I professed my feelings for her, but I still remember it like it was last night.
Understanding the True Meaning of Love Through Other People’s Eyes
A few days ago, I met an old friend of mine.
He is in his late 80s and he is a cheerful man who has always helped me understand things that I found difficult to understand.
His wife passed away a long time ago, and at some point in our conversation, I asked him how things had been since his wife’s death.
He joked that making love to her wasn’t the same anymore!
He was just kidding!
(I wait)
But later, when I asked what the true meaning of love was, he looked at me seriously.
But his mind seemed to be somewhere else, somewhere far away, where he could still feel the emotion that seemed to have been extinguished from his life, and he told me something I could never forget.
He told me:
“Ricardo, you know you’re in love when you have a reason to come home, a reason to justify your existence.
You’ll know you’re in love when you can’t imagine living without that person, and you’ll do anything to have them by your side.
You can’t see the love, you can’t feel the love, but you can feel a bond when you’re around that person and you just can’t explain it, but it makes you feel special and cared for.
Love, my friend, is what makes you want to wake up tomorrow.”
This was nothing like the definition of love, yet it made more sense than anything else that defined love.
I felt sorry for him, but what he said made me understand what love means.
I could only imagine how miserable he felt inside his youthful, happy exterior.
So this was love?
I think so, and I wondered if I felt the same way.
I wondered if I wanted to wake up every morning to a new day just because I had love in my life.
Your Own Unique Definition Of Love
Love is a very subjective word, unlike any other word in the world.
I think it’s something like our fingerprints.
No one can understand what someone else’s definition of love is, nor can anyone ever reproduce someone else’s love.
Maybe love is just a word we use when we have to define a feeling that simply cannot be described, a feeling that no one else can understand but you.
I found myself contemplating love and what it felt like.
I’ve heard a lot of scientific nonsense saying that love is neural blah and a little more biological blah… and a thousand more pages of scientific blah!
But then, I really think love is something that’s more than just science, it’s a reason that makes us believe that there’s something beyond our control.
Love is a religion you really start to believe in.
Love is something that simply cannot be explained in thousands of periodicals, but it can bring tears of joy to your eyes when you read a hundred-word letter from your loved one.
Weird is not it?
me and my love
I’ve written a few letters over the years, but I have to accept that I haven’t written to her many in the last few years.
In fact, I haven’t written anything to her in the last two years…is it because I love her less?
I think not.
I know I still feel hot when I look at her, and I still enjoy staring at her as she sits and laughs while watching reruns of ‘Friends’.
I love the way she sings while taking a lazy shower on a sunny afternoon.
I still can’t take my eyes off her as she dances while listening to her favorite songs.
But I still haven’t written a note saying I love her for the last few years.
Maybe that’s another weird thing about love.
Maybe things are taken for granted and we feel like we no longer need to remind our soulmates that we love them.
The Memories That Define My Love
I still remember our first vacation together.
It was for a place a few hundred miles away from home.
I was excited and so was she.
We were two sparrows, indulging in seclusion and romantic union.
I was just a boy and she was just a girl.
I remember how good it was.
Six magical days, I still remember the way we sat on a lawn last afternoon and played with the little flowers that grew on the ground beneath us.
I remember the days when she was away from me and I missed her.
I remember when I sat alone in a pub and emptied my beer bottle by myself.
I saw other couples around me, I missed her more.
I figured it was love, what else could it be?
I longed for her to come back.
I remember the way her voice made my heart skip a beat, and even though she was thousands of miles away, she still touched my heart.
I shared so many memories with her, so many special moments and times that hurt me so much.
But we moved on and were there for each other.
She knows I still love her as much as before, but I wish I could let her know that again.
Love is felt best when we try to please our partner, isn’t it?
I can only promise her that the love I have for her will always be love.
I can only promise her that I will love her forever, as long as I can still see and hear her… in my heart.
Forgetting the Meaning of Love Over the Years
Time can play tricks on memories, I forgot to close my eyes when I kiss her and I stopped kissing her on a specific street corner, the way we always used to when we passed.
I want to know why.
My hands were always clasped in hers, everywhere we went.
We even used to eat at restaurants sitting next to each other, holding hands, even if it made it harder to eat lobsters and drink our cokes.
I wonder if she remembers all of this.
I want all these days to come back to me.
I don’t know why I stopped those small gestures that mattered so much.
I have so many memories and special moments that I can never forget.
We have the funniest photos together, some with those romantic scented candles and others with that perfect sunset.
I truly love her more than I could love anyone else.
I want to lose sleep over her happiness, I want to serenade her before I make love, and I want to sing a soft song in her ears until she falls asleep while resting her head on my shoulders.
I’m young enough to spend a few decades loving and pleasing you.
Is This The True Meaning Of Love?
Maybe that’s what love means, or maybe what I feel for her is more than just love, maybe it’s something I’d never be able to explain.
But if love is the only word I can use to describe the ocean of emotions that is inside my heart, so be it.
But I want her to know that that four-letter word is still too small to explain everything I feel for her and make up for all the times I missed spending time with her.
But if she understands all I mean, when I say I love her, I’d like to say that I would love her until my eyes couldn’t see, my ears couldn’t hear, and my heart stopped beating.
If I had a chance, I would love her long, as long as I can feel love.
She’s the only person that makes me feel so special, and I can’t imagine living without her.
I want her to know that I still remember all the moments I shared with her, I want her to know that I still love her as much as the day under the stars when we were younger and we first fell in love.
I just want her to know that come hell or high tide, I would love her forever… After all, she is the definition of love and the true meaning of love for me, through good and bad.
And if someone asked me what love is, all I would have to do is look at it, because there was no other way to define it.