What is love? A question asked regularly but seldom answered. A question that left me both puzzled and amazed…
What is love?
“It is an intense feeling of deep affection.”, Merriam Webster said as I lie on the couch thinking of how to connect it with the first few lines in my essay.
I was left more confused than before and decided to wander aimlessly when I heard those beautiful words calling me from the cafe across the street.
“This thing called love I just can’t handle it
this thing called love I must get round to it
I ain’t ready
Crazy little thing called love”, Freddie Mercury crooned.
Is love crazy?, I asked myself, uncertain. I wandered further and found myself browsing some books in the store. “Love means never having to say sorry”, the book said.
I sighed and sat at the corner.
“I do not understand”, I told myself.
I focused but all I can think of is how chemistry or whatever hormones affect our brain making us think like we are in love. Love is just a thought, I kept repeating to myself over and over until it was forever seared on my brain.
But it still does not make any sense. I ran on my way home still thinking about the question – uncertain, confused and anxious. I will never finish my essay.
Finally I was home. And there inside, my family was waiting for me, smiles painted on their faces. My mom. My dad. My sister. My brother.
Welcome home! We were waiting for you so we can go to dinner, they chorused.
And someone is coming to dinner with us, my mom chirped in, winking at me knowingly.
The door bell rung and I opened the door. And he was there. I blushed and looked at my family and back at him. And at that moment, I finally knew.
Love is something inexplicable. It is not just an emotion, nor an action, nor a thought. It is something that makes its presence felt in the most natural way. Love is going home after a long tiring day and seeing your loved ones waiting for you to come home. And knowing that despite the trials, their smiles are always enough. I clicked on Send and finally I smiled.