What is love?
Love to me isn’t the fire; It’s the warmth of the hearth that keeps you safe and comfortable on cold nights. Even when the fire is dimly lit, the warmness remains.
Love to me isn’t belting your favourite songs at the top of your lungs, but humming the tune while you’re doing mundane, daily tasks; It’s natural, it becomes a part of you.
Love to me isn’t fireworks in the sky, but the blue vastness that remains after the light show has ended. It engulfs and encompasses. You do not revolve around it; It revolves around you.
Love to me isn’t the sparks in their eyes. On some days, either of you will feel empty. It is the ability to see past tired eyes and finding beauty within them.
What is love?
Love to me is half-made beds on a weekday morning. It’s fighting the urge to fall asleep again next to the one you love. It’s the way the light breaks as it shines through the windows, slowly stroking a lover’s face.
Love to me is buying extra because you want to share. It’s giving someone the last piece of your favourite food. It’s instinctively thinking “They will like this” when you’re out shopping for yourself.
Love to me is comfortable silence. It’s when you can be bored together – no complaints, no fuss. It’s when their presence makes the most harrowing situations bearable. Love is easy and does not complicate.
Love to me is the sigh of relief you let out once you’re home with each other. It’s the way you feel the world fall off your shoulders in their arms. Love alleviates, it does not punish.
So, what is love?
It is when you start wondering why you ever thought you would be better off alone in the first place, and that is exactly what you make me do.