WHAT IS LOVE?

What is love?
I could say love is when he looks at you, when he holds your hands, love's everything he was but he did it because it was also beneficial to him.

Love's putting someone first, being selfless, stupid for a person. But then, you could love yourself and be selfish, would that still be love?
Dang, I'm hitting a spot in your brain.

I could say I've experienced love before, because they said it'd make you happy,  beautiful, wanted, and everything pretty. I once felt those things.

Love made me happy, and tore me apart.
I'd stand in front of the mirror and stare back at my red eyes, the colour believed to denote love, was that why my eyes were red?
Love brought me happiness and also sadness. It ended in tears, just like they said it would. *inserts sad laughing emoji if that exists.*

I went ahead and made a conclusion. Love is beautiful, sad, happy, confusing, and confusing.

Love is many things, but most of all, Love is beautifully unsure. So unsure.
Love is healthy, and unhealthy. It depends on who is loving who, but you can't pick who to love, love just happens.

Maybe, just maybe, we would never understand what love is. Perhaps there is love hidden in the depths of the tangled bedsheets and discarded clothes.
Perhaps, there is love when a mother slaps her daughter for a mistake. Perhaps love is in everything, all actions, but maybe it is in sizes.

Maybe...

Maybe love is like a drug, just the right dosage needed. Not too much or little. But then, how can we really know when it's enough?
How?...

Love is God and God is love.
Love caused her to sin because she couldn't say no to him, is that how It is meant to be?
Love was what made the mother hide her son's murder crime.
Still, somehow, in a way that we don't understand, love is God and God is love.
Damn, I'm making sense abi?

Love is dangerous, exciting and never boring, it surprises us every passing second. Our love for adventure can't let us let love be.

They say love channelled to a wonderful source can birth good things, that's what we're needing from love. It's love that gives you a shoulder to cry on, it's love that keeps the family together. It was love that kept Rose alive, but didn't it also kill Jack?
Think some more baby.

There is a very thin line between love and hate.
Love could turn to hate so quickly, but then they say love never goes, so if they hurt you, and you started hating, does that mean you never truly loved?

Yeah, you're thinking Long and hard.

Maybe the problem isn't the fact that we loved, maybe it's how quickly we love. Maybe Love should be a process. A slow careful path that we thread with caution, but it's love we're talking about, do we really have control over the speed at which we love?

Love mostly craves attention and space. Two different things needed at the same time, like it is possible, but somehow love wants it to be possible.

Maybe, if you give me a scenario, then I would be able to come close to explaining what love is  One thing is somehow for sure, I'll always Love love, and be addicted to it because of its amazing personality.

What is love?
Love is love.
CEO Maracciblog



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  1. MichaelMarch 19, 2020 at 2:04 PM

    Best write up, I have read. While reading I can feel how much you had to put into this work, emotionally. Keep it up dear.

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