feeling is being.

I'm in love with a feeling.

A pulse rushing, beating. breathing.

Not existing. But Being.

I'm in love, not with a person that I can name.

Not with a hand that I can hold. Or a mouth that can be pressed against my own.

I'm in love with the intangible. The indescribeable.

But who can tell me that this isn't love. what is love.

Plato had six different kinds of love.

With six different names.

Why do we just have one? Why have we diminished love?

Simplified, Reduced, and Extinguished it?

Love who you want. Love what you want. Love where and how and for whatever reason you want.

Love...Love.

I'm no romantic. I don't fall for lines and gestures and bedroom eyes. I don't envy girls in white dresses with rings encircling their polished fingers. I don't think about soul mates, and happily ever afters. For me, that is not Love.

But do not tell me that I do not believe in love.

My love, is not your love. and the way you love is unique and can not be copied or replicated by me or anyone else. And that is why love is so extraordinary.

I walked outside today. And a rush of blood surged through my veins and my palms got sweaty and my heart began to race and a smile beamed across my face and I looked around me, and i realized I'm in love.

I'm in love with life.

My life.

The blessing of life.

And i'm in love with the chance that I have been given to share my life with others. To better it. To make it shine and sparkle and sing. and make it mean something. Make it mean Everything.

That is my love.

Regardless of your definition, or how well it puzzle-piece fits with anyone else's definition, embrace your Love.

Love your Love.

Because it is unique and golden and exists for you to Love it.