I don’t think anybody really knows what love is. I don’t mean that nobody has ever been in love, because I don’t believe that. What I mean is, love is different in every circumstance. Loving a parent is different than loving a friend, or loving a significant other. It’s not easy to explain what the word means because it always changes. Love for a book, a color, a food… it’s all different. It’s one of the most beautiful yet ugly things in the world. Love will make people blind to how they treat others. Love will change a person for the best, for the worst. Love is such a huge word for being so small.
Love is painful.
Love is wonderful.
Love is disgusting.
Love is meaningless.
Love means everything.
Love is so weird.
Love is so much more than what it’s made out to be.