Love. I've been contemplating and examining myself concerning this most abstract of concepts. What is love? What does it mean to me? Love in all it's many flavors. Love in all of its guises. Is love so present or ephemeral as one supposes it to be? Love, that vague idea, yet most closely understood from birth. What is this Love?
They say that love is so pure, yet how can it be with so very many kinds in existence. Are all loves really so pure? Untouched, unadulterated.
True Love. What love is this? I don't think one is referring to the pure unadulterated clean cut love when they use this phrase. But isn't True, Pure? Is it the self-sacrificing passion between a man and a woman? Perhaps the unconditional love of a mother? A creator for his creations?
Love. Is it that sunny obsession that fills your body and makes your heart sing just at some one's smile? Or the mention of a name? Is it that sudden moment of knowing, that realization that if one person was hurt, or left your life forever, you would die inside?
Does love ever come without the occasional or more frequent bursts of pain? That excruciating and exquisite madness of the mind.
Am I strong enough to love? That answer is easy. No. I haven't the strength or maturity yet to love with the depth that is deserved. I'm sorry. I have no experience to love with my fullest capacity. I don't Know my fullest capacity.
Hmmm... what Am I trying to say? I guess that I just don't truly understand love yet. I think I understand a little more each day, but it's a slow process. I guess I'm too impatient. Well, I'm young. I have time.
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