Love Now.

The four letter word. Everyone tries to define. Sometimes I thought I had it, sometimes I felt like giving up on it, other times I stopped believing in it all together. LOVE. Portrayed beautifully and tragically in stories, movies and fairy tales, as well as in real life. For me, right in this moment I want to define LOVE for myself. The kind of love I want, and the kind of love I want to possess.

LOVE: It’s something that you can see in someone’s eyes when they look at you, it’s a feeling that runs through your body, not just the exterior, but the interior, like it warms the blood running through your veins, it’s something that doesn’t leave your heart, even when your millions of miles away. It’s in your heart, even when your mind tells it not to be. Love isn’t a logical thing. Love happens. It’s unexpected…a pleasant surprise. Love is when just being sure of someone is good enough. Just knowing where they are or what they are doing makes you smile.  It’s not spending every waking moment with someone. It’s appreciating your time together, and still making time to be yourself, and do your own things. It’s generous, and understanding, even when you may not want to be. It’s making sacrifices, and it’s hard work. But it’s worth it. Love is spending everyday with your best friend, and laying in their arms at the end of every night. Love is making someone laugh, and knowing exactly what to do to make them smile, even on their worst day. It’s knowing when to be quiet, and knowing that exact moment  to offer a comforting embrace. Love makes you spontaneous and unpredictable. It makes your heart race. It makes time seem insignificant, it makes material things mean nothing at all. It makes you realize how much power one can hold in their fingertips, because when their hand meets yours, it all makes sense. It’s being patient, when you think you can’t wait anymore. It’s saying your sorry, and admitting that yes, sometimes you can be wrong. It’s taking those days to just lay in bed, and do nothing else but be in each other’s company. It makes you crazy, and it will make you mad. But you would do anything to keep it. Love is guarding your heart from anyone else but the one you are with.
It is a secret between two people, that others may hear but the two of you should be the only ones listening… If one lets another listen to their song, the once beautiful melody can turn in to the most ungodly scream. It can uproot the strongest tree, and tear away the most firm foundation. It can take something intimate, and make it impersonal, it can turn a diamond in to dust. Those who truly love, protect their song, and guard their heart and assure their love is known.