day 05- my definition of love

this is really more a "thoughts on love" than a "definition of love"

so love.

love. love. love. love.

what is love?

it's not lust, which often masquerades as love.

it's not a sense of completion by the other person.
it's not a need to never be apart.

it's not lying or dying for someone. (sorry, bryan adams!)

but then, again, what kind of love are we even talking about here?
love for friends? love for family? love for a significant other? love for objects? love for objects of our affection?
things get tricky when you try to break it down.

romantical love can absolutely be a drug.
but so can companionship. some folks just can't stand to be alone, so it gets blurry.

love isn't someone being nice to you. although, love can do that for you.

i'm not sure anyone really knows what love is. some cycle in and out of it faster than others change their bed sheets. and sure, that's a type of love. but again, what type of love are we talking about here?

in part, i blame my parents. they're an easy enough scapegoat. they were madly in love until my dad died. and my mom never stopped burning the torch for him, despite a not brief enough marriage after my dad died. and as torn apart as my mom was my dad's death, i know my dad would probably have been just as bad, or 'worse'. and what's the point in all that? why invest in so much to lose so much of oneself ? i've found myself well enough and am quite grounded, so maybe this is a false fear. i don't know.

blaming my parents is silly, really. but it's fun.

love is in the little things. and the big things. and the in between things. it's being able to stand being together, and being apart. love is being open to love.

love.

( that one meme )