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Love?
Human emotion is what gives our lives flavor and disassociates us from most other
animals. Our emotions are extremely intense and of them all the most outstanding is love.
Although we understand what love is, we have yet to begin to comprehend it.
Every day that passes brings me to a closer understanding of love. Love provides two
hearts with the ability to grow together as one. With love, I am capable of awaking each
morning. Drama filled lives and sadistic crimes put me in fear of the unlived life. The love
I have to look forward to wipes away those fears, making me feel so thankful. Love is an
important aspect of life and it gives meaning to all that we feel inside. Life would not be
possible without the gift of love, because like blood, love runs through our veins and keeps
our hearts beating, with eagerness of what tomorrow will hold.
Love is the ultimate prize in life, the gift that I am most thankful for. The description of
love is found in every smile, every pounding heart, and the sweet taste of every romantic
interaction. Love is an emotional feeling deep inside the human soul. Love is the basis of
every day life, and it gives us the power to feel so affectionately for one another. I would
give up just about everything in my life for love, because I could never be more thankful
for anything else.
On a lighter note, love cannot be so easily explained. Good and bad intertwine across love
and hardships are hardly scarce. As with many words in the English language, love is a
derivative of the Latin word "causemajoraproblemus" which means "Youre miserable
when you got it and miserable when you dont." The word was created to explain the
biological phenomenon that existed when certain individuals came into contact with each
other and either remained together or went about their lives separately. Regardless of the
outcome, the relationship was usually characteristic of throat lumps, knotted stomachs,
weak knees, temporary loss of language, sweaty palms, dizziness,
sneezing, and occasional nausea. Belligerent insanity also resulted. History clearly
illustrates this.
Love is not patient, love is not kind. It envies, boasts, and is proud. It is sometimes rude
and self-seeking; it is easily angered. It usually protects and sparingly trusts, and
statistically it is not usually preserved.
Ernest Hemingway writes of love from first hand experience. He writes of love in a
