Love
Love is that thing, that feeling, that state of being that takes the empty isolation within ourselves and imbues it with light; the color of the canvas of our souls. The warmth that fills you as you think about the one you love is indescribable, irreplaceable, and you do nothing but smile; for there is nothing you want to do but smile; there's nothing you CAN do except smile. The memories and thoughts of them make themselves known without warning; and all you can do is resist, but you'd rather surrender. It compels you, but its coercion is freeing. It's so much more than mere caring, mere affection, mere emotion: it's that which makes you feel most yourself; for in Loving them, you are yourself. The mere idea of losing them, or harm coming to them, breaks your heart; for you are broken with them. You are no longer two, distinct people, but one, united being; one man, one woman, one flesh. The very aim of Love is to bind itself unto the thing Beloved. If it doesn't, it's something else- its empty shadow (and even shadows are real). Love- True, Romantic Love- is not something which you give to another, but that which you choose to give no other- for there is no other to whom you wish to give it. There's a saying that Love is blind, but True Love isn't; for it sees things as they are- faults and all- and Loves them anyway. These three words carry the weight of the world: "I Love you."
Person 1: "I Love you." Person 2: "I Love you, too."
By WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow