December 5th, 2010: Love? What is it?

Dictionary.com defines it as: –noun
1. A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. A feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

But we all know it's a lot more than just that.

Some can say it's a chemical imbalance in our bodies that makes us feel this way. Purely science, but yet illogical also.


Love is more than science. More than knowledge. More than the language itself. Love makes you want to die for others if need be. Love makes you do crazy things. Love... makes you another person.

Love is.. everything. It's worth living for. It's worth dying for.

Love can die, Love can be reborn.

Love makes us cry rivers. Love makes us poop rainbows.

So naturally, when you see people fall out of Love. It breaks your heart.

Just shatters it into a million pieces. Especially when you know it's the end of something amazing. Something that's very rare in this broken world badly in need of redemption.


True love can die.


It makes you question if there can ever be a original happily ever after? Or is just that a myth?

A lie that Disney created to make little girl's dreams be shattered when they grow up?