What is 'love'?// ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀\\Love ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "an intense feeling of deep affection." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀But, what is 'love' exactly? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Love changes it's meaning from time to time, place to place, and person to person. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ For some people, love might be sitting next to their crushes during first grade. Or watching two episodes of their favourite show in a single day. Or having pizza on their birthdays. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ For some people, love might be roaming around the Old Lahore. Or having dinner in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Or listening to the calm sound of the sea waves. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ For some people, love might be getting a golden star from their favourite teachers as kids. Or their mother giving them the bigger piece of cake. Or someone who makes their life just a bit better than before. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ It can be someone you never expected to even know, but turns out to be your wedding partner. It can be someone who gets you your favourite dish, just for giving them a shoulder to cry on. It can be someone right around the corner of the street, singing your favourite song. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Love doesn't have a definite meaning. It varies. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ What is love for me?// Love for me is just like everyone else. Sometimes its a thousand sunflowers in a field. Sometimes its waking up to her voice on call because we were too sleepy to cut the call off. Sometimes its making my mother laugh by making crazy hairstyles out of my hair. Sometimes its making my father happy by getting an A grade. Or sometimes its letting my brother win the arm wrestle so he could feel strong. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Love can never have a definite and a complete meaning because it was left incomplete by the nature. Only for us to spend our whole lives looking for the meaning of love and realising at the end that it was the life which was meant to be love. //🌻
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wow, this was great. I liked the end part where you wrote that how we will actually realize what love was. This is the reason that one should be happy with little things in life and look forward to great things in the future. I am new here and that would be amazing if you check some of my content as well. Thank you in advance!