Who Defined Love for You?
What if they got it wrong?
Who defined love for you?
Who measured its depth and gave you the results?
Who described its feelings and colors?
Who provided you the merits for which to compare love to?
Is the written in stone?
Are the measurements inflexible?
Is the description unchanging?
Are the merits supposed to hold fast?
I have felt love that has no words big enough to define it. A love so deep and vast that it is unmeasurable. They compare love to the ocean, but even the ocean has boarders and the love I’ve felt has no end.
A love that doesn’t just come hard and fast but also soft and slow. They say it’s love at first sight, but why does it end after the first sighting? I’ve felt love each time I catch sight of him.
They color love in deep reds and flirty pinks, yet I’ve been soothed by loves cooling blues. I’ve been warmed by loves hues of yellows and felt love take root within me in shades of earthy green.
I’ve known love that is not described by the characteristics set forth by every other person. A love instead, that is described by their hand in mine. By the look in their eyes when they smile. By the sound of laughter. By arms stretching around and pulling tight. By the rise and fall of their chest. A love described by their very living and breathing.
I have felt a powerfully quiet love, but also a love so loud that it echoes through the world around me. A love so soft it whispers in your ear like a passing breeze and a love that burns in a raging chorus within my soul.
So what if their definition was wrong?
What if their measurements were off?
What if the description was too small?
What if the merits were fluid?
What would love look like to you then?
Let’s continue the conversation:
How have you heard love described?
How would you describe love differently than what you’ve heard it to be?
What does love look like to you?
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