An attempt to explain love

Considering the word “love” at the age of 15, there are so many meanings and terminologies for this broad, overused, yet in my mind still unknown and hidden to the souls of those yearning for the sensation of this word. So many people claim to love another person, but, when asked to explain what love is, or asked to describe their own kind of love there as so many hesitations and lack of explanation. When I imagine myself loving another I think of 2 am conversations, hugs that seem to be never ending, yanno the third grade butterfly type hugs. The feeling of wanting them by your side, without the selfishness. The late nights that only you and them need to understand. The kind of feeling where being yourself around them does not even have to be discussed to happen because it already seems to, so naturally. That normal look that is given and received but seems to put others around in “awe.” The feelings that don’t change when the lowest and weakest points are occurring. Such “love” is not meant for temporary memories nor feelings. If you love someone you always will, or as it seems, and that will not change. Say that you love roses. They are so small, and seem to be unimportant, but, you love the way they look when the sun shines on the right pedal, and the way in the mornings how the dew leaves a glistening shimmer dripping off of them, how they’re so beautiful. During the storms the roses fall down, but as morning rolls back around they get back strength as you smile in amazement of how the sun still manages to still shine in that perfect place. Now let this rose perhaps be the someone that you love. Stand by them, and I promise that just like how the rose grew and became so beautiful, this will be the same outcome of the relationship. It will grow strong with such a visible “love” that you couldn’t imagine having…
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