Love…?

What is love? Oh baby, don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me, no more. -Haddaway

All my life I’ve had problems with one word: love.

It’s not something I’ve understood, not really, for all that I can write about it to a certain extent. In a way, it’s not love itself that I’ve had problems with, but rather the way I have seen it used. In the movies, on television, in books and even in real life.

It often left me asking, what is love? What is love?

Is it something you hold?

Is it something you see?

Is it something that you show?

How?

It’s something that is intangible and yet something that is spoken of often. It’s something that I have tried to study off and on throughout my life, hoping to come to an understanding of what, exactly, it is.

There are so many different sayings about love throughout many different cultures.

If you love it, set it free. If it loves you, it will come back.

If you love someone, you possess them and let them possess you.

Love is something seen and shown, but not something you can hold.

All’s fair in love and war.

Misery loves company.

Not for love or money.

There are too many to really write them all down, at least in the time I have before I have to go and check the dough again.

In the end I’ve found a few things that tell me what love is.

Love is when you’ve upset someone, fairly or unfairly, but the moment you need help they’re still there to help you.

Love is when a little child will fall asleep in your arms, trusting you to not drop them.

Love is when a mother or father will work endless hours in order to put food on the table and clothes on their children’s backs.

Love is when you are injured terribly, but you still run as fast as you can to get help for someone who you can’t carry with you.

Love is when a random stranger steps out and helps you when you’re falling apart.

Love is being forgiven even when you don’t deserve it.

Love is taking in a family member or a friend that needs a place to sleep, for however long, even when you’re so angry with them you can barely speak with them.

Love is continuing to try to make a relationship workout, no matter what is owed, because the relationship is more important than the money. (Does not have to be a romantic relationship.)

Love is your cat cuddling up to lick away your tears after they’ve come back from the vet with staples in their side because you were trying to cut the clumps out of their fur.

Love is someone knowing that you’ve had a hard time lately and just walking up to you and giving you a hug without saying anything because they know that you just need to hold on to someone for a bit.

Love is coming across mountains and valleys to visit your sister-in-law in the hospital even though you’ve never really gotten along.

Love is continuing to be someone’s friend even when they aren’t being a friend back.

Love is continuing to write to someone every month for years, even when they don’t write back.

Love is closing the door, covering the windows and trying to play very quietly because someone’s head hurts so badly they can’t even think.

Love is the Pure Light of Christ, which never wavers and shows itself in every little moment of the day, both through nature, animals and other people.

I am not a passionate woman in anything but my writing. I’m not good with words unless I’m writing them down and I often don’t understand something, some feeling. But I know for a fact that love is real, that it isn’t something that grasps and demands. It is something that is still and active, loud and quiet, simple and complicated.

It is something that just is.


Written for Suzie81’s weekly challenge: http://suzie81speaks.com/2014/05/04/weekly-word-challenge-love/