What is love? (Baby don't hurt me!)

This is going to be another one of those "What is love to me?" posts.  Only this one is a blast from the past for me.  I was just in my storage room looking through some old boxes, and I found something I wrote about 8-9 years ago.  Thought I'd post it up for y'all. ;)  It's a little cheesy, I know. 

"What does it mean to truly love someone? What does it mean to me, deep in my heart? It means letting down my guard, tearing down the emotionless, stone walls that protect my heart. It means learning to take the risk of getting hurt.  Baring my soul completely, leaving my innermost desires and fears vulnerable to manipulation and deceit, or to love and encouragement.  It means not holding back anything and giving my all.  For an inhibited love is not true love, but instead, fear.  Fear of what?  That's different for everyone and every situation.  It could be a fear of change, a fear of unrequited love, a fear that if you take that leap, you will lose other things that you hold dear.

When you love someone, you don't hide your insecurities, because that person doesn't make you feel insecure.  Love is confidence.  Love is optimism.  Love doesn't think the glass is half empty or half full . . . the glass is overflowing.  And love never stops growing.  it's boundless, and it's our duty to test that theory all the time.  Pushing it further and further, and if we think we've hit a boundary and can love no more, we must break that boundary.

Love is willing to sacrifice.  A true love involves both sides giving up certain things to make the other one happy, until a common ground is reached.  Love is patience.  A love quick to anger, quick to accuse, isn't love -- it's jealousy, and it's a fight for control over the other person.  True love, though, stops to think and to understand.  It's forgiving.  It's honest.  That's what true love is to me."

 

See? Told ya it was cheesy. ;)