What does it mean to love?
What does it mean to be in love?
What is it?
I think that one of the most incredible and perpetual lessons of my life has been realizing that love doesn’t have a single definition. If you ask one hundred people to define or describe love, you won’t receive a singular response.
Why is that?
I can remember writing about love before I had any inkling of what it meant.
I recall writing about passionate kisses, smiling with eyes closed, wrapped in security.
I remember fantasizing about a yellow dress with round hope beneath watching other dreams run and play. I remember fantasizing about sitting on a porch swing feeling full of it.
I can remember writing poems and stories about love. A love that I never witnessed or experienced. A love that I once dreamed of. Only to discover that type of love…
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