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Everyone told me that love hurts.┬áBut I think they’re wrong.

Love can lead to hurt, sure. Because love can lead to rejection and loss. They hurt… but love does not hurt.

Love lifts you and revives you. It fills you with joy and happiness. Love numbs the pain that life can inflict on you. The comfort felt from a lover’s soft embrace is matched by very little else in this world.

Love can provide excitement, tenderness and a feeling of belonging.

I understand where the confusion can come from, because to love is to be vulnerable. To put your love out into the world and not have it returned can crush a person. But to love and be loved back… there’s no better feeling.

Love never hurts you but the absence of it will. To live without love is no life worth living.

Pure love is beautiful. Imagine that happy giggle that can only be provoked by the sheer giddiness of love. Imagine that feeling of absolute belonging when enveloped in your loved one’s arms. Imagine the joy you feel at the sight of their smile.

Bitterness can set in once love leaves your life, though. It’s easy to blame the concept of love rather than those we give our love. Someone who doesn’t know how to love you can hurt you, and someone who abuses your love can hurt you.

But love? No. Love is possibly the only thing in this world that will never hurt.


How many decades, centuries, millennia have people spent trying to define love?

Four little letters; a whole world of meanings.

It’s involuntary; it’s unavoidable; it’s uncontrollable. We cannot command or demand love anymore than we can can change the Sun or the Stars.

Love is captivating. Whether you are in love, or in the presence of love, a certain aura flows through the air and it’s intoxicating. To give yourself to another human, mind, body and soul is a beautiful sensation. A beautiful sensation that, once had, is not so easily relinquished.

You can cling to love but ultimately, it is beyond your control. Does love ever really leave you? Is it ever entirely forgotten?

It is the most mysterious of emotions.

Love is acceptance. Acceptance of the good and bad, the easy and the difficult. It is accepting a person for who they are, and who they can be. And it is knowing that you have been accepted too, for all of your flaws and all of your failings.

Love is deeper than the oceans, and just as mystifying. Falling in love is just that: falling. It’s like jumping off of a cliff and trusting in someone to catch you.

Love is scary. Fear of rejection, fear of a broken heart, it can all be too much for some. But the risk is worth it. Because when you find love, when you find that enchanting sensation of existing as one with another person, it is the greatest reward you can hope for.

Love is the ultimate motivation. Not just romantic love, but the love for your friends and for your family, it can provoke you to do unthinkable things. Driven by love, you can accomplish more than you could ever imagine.

Love is a challenge. It’s not easy to relinquish control, but to fall in love is to do just that. A small spark can turn into a raging flame, and to be in control of that flame, to not let it spiral out of control, is a difficulty.

Love is a risk. The deeper the emotional connection, the more you have to lose. And that loss can be devastating.

You can embrace love, or you can fight it, but you cannot control how and when love will enter your life. It can strike like lightning – erratic and invincible. At the same time, love can enter your life subtly. It can creep up on you, and can sneak into your life without you noticing, until suddenly your whole world is changed.

Many people think that love is the destination, but love is the journey. From that first kiss to that first fight. It has its ups and downs; its twists and turns; its passion and its anger. You can’t predict the path that love will take you down, but you have to trust that the happiness you experience will be worth it.

So, what is love? It’s human nature to put labels on things, but maybe love is one of those things that shouldn’t be defined.

Love is incomprehensible, and that’s what makes it beautiful.