Describing Love To Someone Who Has Never Heard Of It
Last night, I was asked how I would describe love to someone who has never heard of it before. I tried to answer, but the question kind of caught me off guard so it was a bit hard. Plus it was on msn, so it's not like I could sit and wonder for hours before coming up with something clever to reply. My answer felt incomplete, partly because I didn't want to bore my questioner, and I didn't want to answer something that wasn't the question. So I decided to blog about it. We'll see how well it goes.
Love is not something you can describe, but something you have to experience. How it's experienced varies from person to person, and how you feel for someone else depends on what role they play in your life. Love comes in a huge variety, and you can't know how you'll feel for someone until you feel it. It's not something one can control, it just happens. The definition of love is also different for different people. One common definiton though, is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own, and that your own happiness is dependant on theirs. Love is not a word, it's a feeling, and you don't know the value of it before you experience it, and when you do feel it, you know it.
That was my answer to the question last night, as accurately translated as I could. I'll try to add on to it now.
Everyone says love hurts. But that's not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these confused with love, but in reality, love is the only thing in the world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in the world that does not hurt.
These are not my words, I'm just putting that out there before y'all attack me for plagiarizing. I read them somewhere I don't remember, and googled it now and found it on another person's blog. I think I will continue now, with some more words that are not mine, but might as well have been, since I consider them a continuation to one of the sentences I wrote at the beginning.
I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing everything about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees and butterflies in your stomach when they walk into a room and smile at you. Love is doing what it takes to make that person happy, even if it means that they will choose someone else over you.
Ok, I give up on specifically saying that "I wrote this" and "I borrowed this." If you need to know, google it. You'll see. I'm not claiming I wrote something that I didn't.
Love is allowing someone to get on the inside of the walls we all have built around ourselves. Love is not necessary for living, but it's one of the things that makes living worth while! Love is giving someone a piece of you, and trusting them not to break it; love is giving someone the opportunity to destroy you, and trusting them not to. Love is looking beyond people's imprefections. Love is accepting people just as they are, and realizing that it's their imperfections that make them perfect for you.
Love is a passion for someone, or something. "The saddest people I've ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporarily, because there's nothing to make it last." - Savannah in the book Dear John.
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." - Lao Tzu
Love is wanting someone to tell you the truth, no matter if it's going to hurt you, because at least they were being honest. The worst thing about being lied to, is knowing you weren't worth the truth.
Ohh, here's a cute one I found on Photobucket:
What's teenage love? It's staying up late for each other, and barely staying awake in class the next day. It's passing each other between classes and stopping to say hi, but end up running to your next class before the bell rings. It's going to the mall, wandering around, hand in hand, with a silence that's comfortable. It's watching a movie in the theaters with his arm slowly creeping onto her shoulders, and her resting her head in his arms. It's walking around at night, for no reason at all; his chest, her head, looking at the stars. It's the uncertainty of how long it will last, a risk they are both willing to take, even if it means they'll have broken hearts. It's not yet true love, not like, nor lust, nor infatuation. It's teenage love, here to stay, here to play with our hearts, and never go away.
Another cute bumper sticker that I found on MySpace looks like this, and I think it describes that lovely feeling of young love:
I ran up the door
And opened the stairs
Said my pajamas
And put on my prayers
Turned off my bed
Tumbled into my light
And all because..
..He kissed me goodnight!
Love is when you keep thinking about how much you love talking to them. How good they look when they smile. How much you love their laugh. When you daydream about them on and off, and replay pieces of conversations, laughing at things they said or did. When you have their face memorized, and the way the look at you. When you catch yourself smiling at what you imagine, and you wonder what will happen next time you see them. When you feel that, even though neither of you know what the future will bring, the one thing you are sure of, is that they are the best thing that's ever happened to you. That's love.
Love is when you don't give up asking when someone answers, "I'm fine..." on your question about how they are doing; you know they're not, and you're determined to find out the reason why and do something to change it. Or, when you're the one answering that you're fine, they look you in the eyes and say, "Tell me the truth."
Love is when you think that, "If you're here for me, I'll be here for you. And if you're not here.... I'll be there!"
Love is never blind, only the seeker is.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. . .And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. - The Bible, 1 Corinthians, 13:4-13
To love is to risk not being loved in return. But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life, is to risk nothing.
Love: a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. A feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection. - The Dictionary
Love is friendship set on fire.
Love is when he gives her his hoodie to wear & cuddles up to her when it's cold. When he comes up behind her, wraps his arms around her waist, catches her off guard, and whispers, "you look beautiful."
Love is when you think about them every second of every day. They're your favorite subject to talk about. When you hug them, you wish you could never let go. Most of your dreams have them in them, and you're always excited to see them, no matter how many times that happens.
Love is like a war. Easy to start. Hard to end. Impossible to forger.
Love isn't finding someone you can live with, but finding someone you can't live without.
Love is just a word until you find someone to give it a definition.
Love is the closest thing we have to magic.
Hopefully, there is no person on earth that will never hear of love in their life. And if that person happens to exist.... Please show them this blog entry.
♥ The Norwegian Teenager
If you love me, let me know.
If you don't, let me go.
PS: this blog entry has 1470 words in it (not counting this line), so if anyone read the entire thing, THANK YOU! (And congratulations, you have now read 1500 words!)