What is love to you? Love is difficult to put into words quite frankly. It’s like some sort of magical feeling you get from knowing that someone has gave to you, through their actions, their time etc. There’s no need to hear the words every day. Though some of us need to be reassured at times. I guess it’s nice to know someone cares.
Love should always rest in our hearts. Life without it is like flowers without water. Being in love gives us new found strength, it captivates, and lifts our spirits, allowing us to take on challenges that seemed impossible before. Love reveals the real us, allowing for barriers to be crossed, the defenses to be taken down, and for the masks to come off.
Love creates for us moments of happiness, moments which turns into memories, that we reflect on giving us untold joy and jubilation, confirming that we are part of a much grander part of life. Love makes the world what it is. It births every day ideals, and gives meaning and purpose to everything we do. It’s the cause, the very reason, it’s initiative in the very sense.
Love doesn’t begin where we want it to. It can not be found. It finds us, and we discover remarkably that it has always been there. Just in different variations. Love is like a war, we happily sign up for it, eager to die for it’s cause, because without it we’re already dead. Love needs no defense. As soft as it’s essence is, it’s just as mighty as 10,000 men.
So always love your-self before anyone else. You’ll have to get acquainted with love with-thin before giving it to another person. Make a solemn vow, to make love apart of every thing you do, and you will find that you’ll need no explanations, because love is truly it’s own validation.