Love. A simple four-letter word that no synonym could give its exact meaning. A simple name for a very complex idea. I love you. A three word phrase that summarizes thousands of
feelings and emotions. Almost everyone knows when to say it and what it means.
But when it comes to the point when asked, “what is love?”,
Really, what is love?
Love is always patient and kind. Love is
pure. It is never jealous. Neither it is boastful nor conceited. It is never
rude or selfish. It does not take offense. It is not resentful.
Love is a chemical reaction whereas the
brain releases neurotransmitters, such as norepinephrine, dopamine and
serotonin, that causes a person to feel anxiety and at the same time, euphoria.
Observable effects includes blushing of cheeks, dilating of pupils, increase in
blood pressure, faster heart rate, and on some cases, the inability to talk.
Love is a machine that shits on you
everytime you press the button. But every hundred presses, a chocolate falls.
It’s the best chocolate you ever tasted in your life. Then you realize that you
are willing to get shit on a hundred times more for another one.
Love is like how a dog runs to his master
everytime he comes home.
Love is to meet thousands of people, whom
none of which really touched you. And then you meet this one person and your
life is changed forever.
Love is learned. It isn’t inborn.
Love is a product of coincidence. Being in
the right place at the right time. Finding without searching.
Love is that smile that keeps me going.
Love is when I’m stressed out from
everything, then I see you, and suddenly I found peace.
Maybe, love is