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This is most definitely just some random blog, just venting of course.
strange place to put it on a site like buzznet i suppose.

What really is love?
Can you define it?

n.

1. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
2. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.
3. 1. Sexual passion.
   2. Sexual intercourse.
   3. A love affair.
4. An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object.
5. A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.
6. An expression of one's affection: Send him my love.
7. A strong predilection or enthusiasm: a love of language.

But what kind of love is the type that you're feeling is more of the question. You can love the teddybear you were given as a child, or love how the grass smells after it had been freshly rained upon. Corny, i realize. Do you love your parents equally, or is it just a different type of love? Is love just a chemical that is set off in our brains by certain pheromones?

You can love a grade you get on a test, or the way a pair of jeans hugs all the right curves. You can love the colour you've recently painted your room, or the freedom of living in a university dorm room seems to have given you after the numerous years of living under your mother's roof.

Oh, and let's not confuse lust for love folks.

So if there's so many different types of things that you can love, why do some people have trouble expressing it? If you don't love yourself at the time, does that really affect your ability to love that raggedy old teddybear? And more of an issue is people accepting love. Love is scary, love is brutal, love can be the worst feeling in the world if your love isn't returned. But what about the upside of love. The cliche warm fuzzy feeling you remember getting when your father kissed you on the forehead goodnight. Or the electric zap you get grooving down your body from your lips to the tips of your toes right after kissing the person you've been lusting after. What about those moments love had been let into your life? Would you erase those moments, if they had erased all the hurtful ones as well?

"Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, and above." - gia

Maybe that's the true definition for love.
& maybe that's what makes it worth it.