Those 4 letters can both break a heart and they can also bring joy. What is the word suppose to do, it is suppose to bring joy to a persons heart whether they want it to or not, it will. Love to me, personally depends on the person and the situation. However love is powerful. It comes naturally to most people. I fear love, because it shows weakness and I fear letting down my guard because it has been thrown away like a piece of trash, I do not want to feel that pain again. Love means everything to me however, I love love :). People tend to enjoy sharing love; I enjoy when people share love with me, it is a good feeling. People also destroy love to others; when a heart is broken because of love many times, the person will eventually fear love. Love to me is good and bad. It is good because it brings a whole other feeling into the relationship that is being held. Love is bad to me because it shows weakness, it lets people in to either destroy or to share. This to me, shows a great deal of weakness in which I have learned in my lifetime is not being a “strong” person. I have also learned that weakness is what makes a person human, if it wasn’t for those weaknesses then we clearly would not be human because we need weakness to balance out a daily life. Anyways, back to love, right? I have learned that love to some people is everything, and they cherish it and give it out like hugs. But to others I have surely learned that love is a word to be tossed around, a word to just say cause it sounds good. People throw the word “love” around like its just the thing to say. When you are dating for 2 weeks I’m pretty sure you do not love him/her. No matter how long you have been “talking” or hanging out. Love is something to experience it is something to be cherished for what it is. In 1 Corinthians 13: 1-13, what love is truly meant to be. This to some humans is stupid, to others it is beautiful. Love can be in everything we do, it can be in everything we say, it can be in the words we write, love is everywhere! Love gets deeper and deeper over a gradual amount of time. Love is to come naturally, not something to be practiced. Love is beauty, it is art, it is to be shared not kept held inside, and most of all love is to be cherished.
“he is jealous for me, loves like a hurricane, I am a tree, bending beneath, the weight of his wind and mercy”