What is love?
Love (noun/verb) Loved, Loving
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.
3.sexual passion or desire.
Dictionary.com's definition of the word Love does not lie. Love is in fact a feeling. Love has passion. "Love is patient. Love is kind" yadda yadda yadda. We know what Love is, Don't we all? Love is the thing that ties a family together, the sticky substance that keeps friends from forgetting one another, even if they're worlds apart. Its the noun we use to describe that tickly feeling in our stomach that is definitely not gas. Its the verb we use to describe what another person means to us. But if Love really is what we say it is, then we Love everything with the same amount of Love, for Love is Love... right?
Let me ask you something; would you Love a favorite food as you would a parent? Or would you Love, say, your favorite sports team as you Love your best friend? It is not wrong to say we Love the things and the people we Love, but when it comes right down to it, there are definitely different forms of the word "Love". One would say that the forms of Love are "Like" and "Love" itself. But isn't Liking something the same as Loving it, just not as intensely? If you ask me, Like and Love are two sides of the same coin. One is just the beginning of the other.
How about we go back to a time that the majority of highschoolers remember with gritted teeth and thoughts of 'why did i think that was cool'; Junior high. Middle school. The awkward preteen chapter of life in which you started puberty and everything was either mainstream or not mainstream. In Junior high, one of the crucial factors that determined where you were in the social heirarchy of your school was your relationship status. Come on, admit it, its true. if you were the only friend in your group of peers without a boyfriend or a girlfriend, things got awkward (especially if you were a girl). Yet when you were in a relationship... It didnt last very long. "OMG, Jake is amazing. He, like, got me a rose for our one week anniversary! I, of course, had to remind him that we definitely had to celebrate being together for a whole week because thats, just, y'know!" soon (by, like, another week or two) turned into, "Jake is such a jerk! I should have never gone out with him. Like, he forgot our two week anniversary! And I reminded him like everytime we talked! (which was, like, all the time)!". I remember being in a Middle School relationship myself; it lasted a week. As preteens in relationships, the word "Love" was tossed around like a hot potato time bomb. You first started dating on the basis of "I like you" and immediately after the question, "will you go out with me?" was asked, Like turned into Love. In the time span of twenty-four hours, the three magic words are probably said approximately two-thousand, three-hundred and twenty-four times back and forth between a preteen couple. If Love really meant the process of dating for less than a week just to climb up a social ladder, it wouldnt be surprising if pigs started flying and toilets grew faces.
So, I guess that is one type of Love. A strong kind of Like, a very dim kind of Love.
(To be continued (maybe))