What is Love?

Love is a pain in the ass. Ya dig? Seriously, though. What is love?--baby don't hurt me! Alright, alright. Time to quit messin' around. This is important. (I know; I need professional help.)

This is something I've been trying to figure out for quite some time now. I can't exactly pinpoint the day when I first questioned its meaning but I know it was probably one of the many times I was layin' back, enjoying a nice cup of Kool-Aid with Barbie and Ken. The three of us, well, we had plenty of deep conversations back in the day and love--I can guarantee--was discussed more than once. Stupid dolls never did give any good advice though. They usually just sat there, staring at me like I was an idiot. Ah well. They were snobs, anyway.

Let's get serious: in my honest opinion, I think that it's very possible for love to be a combination of things. Like...maybe it's that feeling you get when you smell fresh bacon cookin' in the kitchen in the morning, or the way you feel when you're working hard at your craft (be that whatever it may). It could be the flutter in your tummy that takes over when a particular part of your favorite song starts to play or the pure joy that's there when you're near someone (or something) that means a lot to you. Then, of course, there's the biggest thing of all: one's Faith. God is love. And, so, I know that my Faith is love. 

But how do you know if/when you're "IN" love? For example, even though I love the smell of fresh bacon cookin' in the morning, I'm not in love with the smell of fresh bacon. I mean, I love it, yes. But how can I be in love with something that can't reciprocate my feelings?

When you're in something, you're not on it, beside it, near it or under it. You're a part of it and it's a part of you. This very fact is what makes it easy for my brain to register that I've never been in love. 

What about unrequited love? Well, I know all about that. The bozo I fell so hard for during my later years of teendom once had me believing that I loved him. And, who knows. Maybe I did. The important thing, however, is that I was never in love with him. Why? Because we weren't in love together. 

I tend to live by this saying. If I'm
meant to find the meaning of being
"in" love, I imagine it would be very
much like this.

I honestly don't know if I'm making sense right now--yet another reason why love makes me crazy is because it tends to make me sound like a moron. It's impossible for me to pinpoint its exact meaning when it comes to human-relations and it seriously drives me insane. I have no control over if, when, where or how I will ever find it and that is not acceptable with yours truly. I'm a control freak. I need control. And love? Well, it doesn't care about that. It will do as it wants, when it pleases, and that scares the gajeevers out of me.

The thing that scares me the most, however? I mean, the one thing that doesn't just give me a fright, but it literally terrifies me to the core? The thought of falling in love with someone and then losing that love. I don't think I could handle something like that...I don't think I'm strong enough. 

What do you guys think? How do you define this thing we call "love"? I need honest opinions, here!

P.S. Guess who got her hurr did? I needed a change, so a change I made! Hellooooo, red(der)head!