What does it mean to love someone? I mean truly love someone?
Does it mean spending every waking moment with that person? Consoling that person when their own heart scatters in shambles? Adoring that person until your own body weakens from neglect? Ensuring that their wound is tended to before their whole body swells up? Or loving that person past love itself?
Past all the pain and regret, and with the up most adoration and respect? Is it created? Debated? Or just simply stated without a gasp or even a breath? Without having time to think or more importantly reflect? On what it means to be loved by the love that comes from loving oneself?
Or is love just love? Undefinable. Defined by ones own intuition? Just a sudden instance or maybe some tragic condition? A word, four letters, an adjective or a verb like no other?
Love defined is simply blank. A definition with no definitive position.
Love is merely what you make it; an incomparable reflection of who you are and who you desire to be.
Love is simply: free.
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