Love is...

Love. It’s like we can’t fully describe it. So we just agreed that love is a lot of things.

Love is patient, love is kind.

Love is all you need.

Love is the answer.

Love is in the air.

Love is surrender.

God is love.

Love is the smile a baby gives her mother.

Love is the look on his face when you get home.

Love is a verb.

Love is a precious and delicate thing.

Love, actually is everywhere.

Love is also the feeling in your chest when your hero dies.

Love is the ache in your core when your child is out way too late and not responding to texts.

Our hearts are powerful things. They can beat without pause for 100 years, through all types of stress and strain, triumphs and tragedies. Love is the only thing that can break them.

Love will take everything you have and ask for more, even when you don’t think you have any more left to give. But you do. And love knows it. So it demands it.

Love is the reason you’ll persist. But it’s also the reason you want to quit. The feeling, that one feeling that something is more powerful than you can imagine, running through you. That’s love.

It will power you over the edge of the cliff, even though you don’t know if anything will catch you.

Love will.

Or it won’t.

And you’ll jump anyway.

It will break you apart into infinitely many pieces, without telling you why.

Until the very end.

Because it wants you to know how powerful you are. How resilient you are. How beautiful it all is.

Because love is … you.