evil_addaI feel as though people treat this word to mean too specific of a thing. Love is not just what two lovers feel for each other, it is the warmth in your arms when your cat sits on your lap, it is the joy of laughing with friends, it is the comfort of your mother asking you how you are. Love permeates all that is human, and all that is inhuman. People seek so much for love that they find it in all things, the love for that which cannot love you, like art and literature. Love is an inescapable aspect of human nature, and I wouldn't want it any other way. In my own life love has meant many things, I find it hard to see it sometimes even when it is right in front of me. It has wounded me, and healed me. I have been so alone that I would believe that the rain loved me, that the clouds above could hear my pain and wanted to comfort me, that the tapping on the glass was a voice begging me to come hither to her arms. To my eyes love is a form of understanding, and being understood, not wholly but to be gazed into and to gaze into. To see and be seen.
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