What is love?
When you think of love, what’s the first thing that comes to mind?
Butterflies, right? I don’t believe that’s love, I believe that it’s a step into love but not love itself. Love, to me, is the feeling of home. Knowing that after a hard day, you get to be somewhere comfortable, safe, caring. When you step into home, you breathe deep and it smells familiar. Maybe it’s the scent of your favorite candle, hoodie, t-shirt, or food. Just familiar. Love is the melody of your favorite song, or someone’s laughter.
Maybe it’s the way you observe in the background, watching people pass and live their lives. It’s the toothless grin when a baby sees their mother, or maybe cuddling with your dog after a bad day at work.
Love is like the feeling of hot chocolate and hot shower after you’ve been outside playing in the snow. The feeling of an embrace after you’ve just been crying, or someone running their fingers through your hair.
Love could also be just something as simple as being on the phone with someone for a long time, but not even talking, just being near. Sitting in silence as you each do your own thing, like read or do logic puzzles.
Love is all around, it’s the kindness of a stranger paying for your meal in the drive-through, unaware that one small act of kindness changed your whole day for the better (maybe even in that moment, changed your life).
Love is simple moments, like driving around late at night in your favorite city with your favorite person. Windows down, blasting music, just feeling free in that moment as you sing and laugh the night away.
Love is probably one of the most simple yet complex things in the world. It’s also the most magical, so when you realize love, stay in that moment. Always remember it, always know you will find it again.