Love is a human concept. Unlike others, such as Time, or Death (of which exists without us there to view it) - love is the story of the human attempting to capture the most wild. I find that notion utterly ridiculous and infinitely impossible, people attempting to label the most fluid.

I don't have a definition of love, nor do I want to create one. Definitions intend to be universal, to be clear and concise and a sentence or two that could fit between the thin pages of a mass-produced dictionary. But how do you define something that manifests itself into a different entity toward every person it meets?

There's an opinion floating around on the internet, a shower thought, even, that suggests there is no way to prove we all see the same colours. That my orange might be your green, and my blue - your yellow. The my vibrant red lips, to you, might be the most passive pinks and we would be none the wiser when our lips meet in the center. Love, I find, is much the same.

To my mother love would be me making her bed when she has the early shift, so she could come back home and lay on perfectly positioned pillows and a rug she needs to throw on the floor. To my father it would be calling him every afternoon at 5:30 after he finishes work, even just for five minutes so he can hear my voice. To my brother it would be not getting him a Christmas gift so he doesn't have to give me one back, to his girlfriend it would be getting something for him anyways so she could tease him for his forgetfulness. Love's shades make up every pigment of our skin, the clothes in our wardrobe, the pallets we choose for new apartments and our new rooms. It would be ridiculous to define such a thing, an impossibility even, right?

All this to say 26 letters aren't nearly enough to describe the nonexistent - to categorise the pure feeling of don't-leave-me we have for some people. All this to say I'm probably still too young to have experienced love, that maybe I will have a definition soon enough, and this entire philosophy will be moot in a few years.

Love is a human concept, and it is the best we've ever done.