More Than Four Letters.

  Love.. A word so over used now a days, it has lost all its original meaning behind it. Many claim to be in love, to love. Yet, they cannot give a definition of it. Outside of a dictionary, that is. When I think of love, my mind automatically wanders to my girlfriend. How we met, almost 8 months ago. But, it feels so much longer. You see, love has no time. Love knows no bounds. Has no limits. You see, love is so much more than a simple definition. And those, lucky enough to experience this weird phenomena, is blessed eternally. 

  You see, love means so much. Yet means nothing, with the over use of it. Love, is that 6 a.m. sunrise, that glistens off their face so perfectly. That time you can laugh, like you never have before. When that person, makes you feel like yourself, like a person. Love, is that moment, of silence. Yet you feel so wonderful, you feel at ease like the world stopped spinning. Love, doesn't need words to be felt, it's an aura emitted from lovers and lovers alike. And, that person who is meant for you can feel that aura. We get so caught up in "heart-break" when this simple feeling, emotion, only exists in true love. That temporary pain you feel when your significant other leaves, will not last long. Sure, memories and good times remain. Each person you give your heart, leaves with a tiny piece. But when you find your true love, they restore it in its entirety. 
  
  We get so caught up in puppy "love", simply feelings we think are forever. When we cannot fathom real love until it happens. Love, is when you fight, and no matter how much you hate that persons actions. You forgive and forget, because that's what real love does. It doesn't matter, all the arguments in the world cannot stop what true love embodies. See, lovers have a bond, a certain bond only they know about. You cannot describe love, not in words, sometimes not even in actions. But, when you do feel that, trust me you'll know it. And when you know it, hold onto it. You cannot, let true love slip away. It's meant to be, but only if you show it you're meant to have it. It comes but once in a lifetime, and make sure you're ready.

  The only way to describe love to you, I guess is that, when you can sit in front of someone, and stare into their eyes. You see every flaw in them, every freckly, every hair follicle, every pimple and black head, every split and dead end, the crusty stuff in their eyes, the scars from a past you can only fantasize about, the way their pupils widen and slim, the small hairs on their face, the way their eye brows are shaped, and everything in between. You look into those eyes and see their soul, for what it's worth. You see another human being, man and woman alike. You look at a person, and pick out those flaws you see, maybe they have a crooked tooth. Maybe they have bad acne, or they have a bad hairline. Maybe their nose is big, or they have bad breath. Maybe it's something major and, they're disabled. Either mentally or physically. Love, is that moment where, none of that matters. Not a single bit. You learn to love those flaws, just as you love the other parts of them. You don't see those flaws. You see the person, your heart, standing in front of you.

  Love is not sex, and sex is not love. In order to have sex, one does not have to be in love. But the meaning, is not the same. You can have aimless sex, with multiple women. 100's of women. But the meaning is the same, a way to get yourself laid. You only think about yourself. When you have a drunk one night stand, or sober for that matter. Do her feelings matter? Do his? No. It's simply two people wanting sex. Sometimes, only one person wants it. And, that moment is not special. It is meaningless. When you are in love, truly in love with someone. Love, is passionate. It no longer is about, "can I get it in" It becomes, your duty as a lover, to please your other. Your mate. We humans are born to pro create. To not have sex, but to make love. Sex, when combined with love. Has a whole other meaning. You cherish every moment every second of it. You think of that other persons feelings. You no longer care, to finish first. Or to just please yourself. You care, if they are pleasured. Because, that's what love is. Love is selfish sometimes, you have to love yourself. But love, for the most part, is selfless. You no longer are worried solely about yourself. You are two souls, conveying into one existence on this plain of reality. 

  So take with you, if not anything else, this.
Be patient, be strong, be willing to sacrifice. And ultimately, love yourself. Because, to truly feel the whole love of another, one must first love themselves. One must be willing to sacrifice. And one must be willing to show, they are ready to feel anything, before they can be privileged to love.