That special someone
Herald of angels
There have been, and indeed, are, numerous attempts to define love, but the truth is, there really is no set definition.
* Love can mean completely different things to different people.
* For some, it is the heady rush, the constant butterflies and silly smiles that grace one's face.
*For others, love is the ever-present peace, the constant comfort and the assuring knowledge that the one you love is there.
*For others still, it is the aching longing, wanting and mad fits of possessiveness, and even obssession that define love.
One thing that we can be certain of, is that its a powerful thing. I hesitate to say emotion, as it seems much too callous and cold to describe love.
*After all, love has sparked wars, and ended feuds, love has hurt, and love has healed, love has driven mankind to dizzying extremes, only to abruptly bring one back round.
*Love is a fickle thing.
*Love has healed. Love has comforted. Love has made people insanely, foolishly, abnormally euphoric. Love has the ability to send one on an indescribable high, and make everything and anything so much better. The world around you is much more colourful, the people, much more nicer, the conversations more insightful.
*Love has also in shocking contrast, brought out the darker side in us all.
People have murdered for love, stolen, hurt, abused. Countless have died on the fanciful longing of a foolish leader in love. ...
Love is when you can't imagine life without him. It's getting butterflies in your stomach at the mention of his name or the sound of his voice. Its when you'll do anything just to catch a glance of his car or his house because you know he's there. Or even that he's not there. But because it is proof that he exists when you can't imagine yourself being this lucky.
Love is when you wake up every morning and have to look at your phone and look at your saved messages to make sure that he isn't just a dream. Because you feel like even you don't deserve someone this amazing.
Love covers flaws and makes you love someone for who they really are and accept their mistakes.
Love is when you say "i love you" and its not enough. Because it feels like more then that.
Love changes you.
Love lets you trust someone with everything. Yourself, your possesions, your life.
Love is when you don't have sex but he still continues to risk everything to talk to you even after you've broken up because your parents won't let you go out because of the age difference. Even if its six months later.
Iphraem and Veronnica do the lamest things because they love each other and because they are each other's besterestest friend.