What is love? Baby don't hurt me, Don't hurt me, No more

Here's a little something special just for you. (you know who you are)

I was wondering today, exactly why I like being with you. (Figured it out yet?)

I wanted to find answers to these questions that went deeper than "because you make me happy" or "because you're pretty". Those work, but, I could also ask "why do you make me happy?" and "why do I find you pretty?" (don't tell me you don't know I'm talking to you...)

It's true, you make me very happy. But I think that's because you're the first one to say "I love you" and it sound like an actual emotion. It's like the title to a book. The title can say a whole lot, hell, it can some up pretty much everything in some cases. However, you could be a literary wizard and still be missing the point to this "love" thing, even with the title, the back of the book, the prologue, the forward, or even the after notes. You can understand everything about love until you feel it for the first time, and then all of a sudden,

It's like it doesn't mean anything at all?

I was so lost, and confused. It didn't make any sense to me. I thought love was going to be all these warm, fluffy, complicated emotions. But it's not. Love isn't those things at all.

At least, not directly.

Love is the confusion. Love is the desire to find out why you feel these peculiar things. Love isn't fucking stationary, and I dare you to try and prove me wrong.

Death is the only thing that stands still, because when we die, we obviously can't move. Now, one might argue that Life is the opposition to Death, but I still beg to differ.

Love is the direct opposition of death and this is because love is the undeniable evidence that something strong, and powerful is occuring inside you.

Death is the very literal opposite, right? So, if death is the opposite of Love, why would we stand to think that Love isn't the opposite of death, and that Life is?

Anyway, to my point.

Love is the process of feeling such an emotional response from something, that you just simply don't understand why you feel that way. Love is the conglomerate product of intense passion, desire, lust, and then most importantly, the sheer,
long,
frustrating,
confusion as to why the hell you feel like this.

I was wondering why I "love" you, and I came to an answer.

There is no answer.

I don't need one, even if it's out there.

Love isn't something to be understood, the entire point of this is that it's an emotion beyond rationalization, and one I proudly wear on my sleeve anymore.

Exploring your emotions isn't a bad thing, it's very healthy, and honestly you're probably stupid for not trying to explore them. But in regards to love specifically, don't expect to get very far. If you have quick answers to the things you feel, they aren't very great.

Can man describe the love and mercy of God? I'd wager that they couldn't, or they'd wind up saying "it's complicated...", "it's hard to explain...", or even "it's beyond an explanation." but that just reignites the fire of my point I'm here to establish.

If something is truly magnificent, it cannot be described.
And if you truly love it's perplexing beauty, you won't care that you can't understand it.

I Love You,
Amber.