I wonder what is it about love that there are so many variations of it, and yet they can all still be classified as love. There’s hurtful love, bd romance, cheesy love, old age love, puppy love, love for a friend, the love for a pet, even abusive love and this list is endless. So what is it then, that makes it love? And how can you tell or be certain that it is?
So between you and me and the world so hopeful and in need of love, you have love, and it is within you. There is no need to go looking for it, because you are the one that determines when it does manifest, and the nature of love. You are the one who knows love, and what it is, for you are of love.
And in saying or thinking about love, how can I forgo the one love of my life, God? It was this warm fuzzy feeling in me, that made me feel glad I was alive, it was this need to share and indulge in this feeling with others that made me realise that was love. It was also the pain of knowing that only in sacrifice, does one truly understand how great love is. No matter that it hurt, no matter that it was short. So when you ask me who do I love, I can only say I don’t know, because I fall in love with so many people, places, food and items that I can only say I still don’t know what love is and I am still trying to learn from the master of love, Jesus.