For a few weeks now, I have been thinking about the word, love.

What is love?

::Head bob::

(Man, the Night at the Roxbury rocked!)

But really, what is love?

True love is selfless and patient, it is kind and accepting. Love does not need to be proud nor boastful because it would rather revel in truth. It does not self seek nor is it rude. It is about loving someone more than you love yourself. It does not keep a record of wrong doings but values truth and trust. It does not need to envy because success and happiness is supported and encouraged.

It is not easily angered. It is about compromising and thinking in terms of “we” not just ”me”. Love rejoices with trust, it does not delight in evil. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes.

I want a love so deliriously strong it will engulf me to the point where I yearn for that ”special person”. I want to be able to look deep into their eyes, and see our future together. I want to be able to share my dreams, fears and inadequacies. I want to find someone that will sit with me on a porch swing til the end of time. Holding hands, our heads close together and both topped with gray. 

A love so strong, you kneel to ask the woman of your dreams if she would share her life with you. You can’t help it, her farts mean more to you than anyone else’s kisses and you love her just as she is. You do it because being without her makes you feel incomplete. You want to protect, support and encourage her because you love her. You want to share and build a life together and grow old together.

I want to be that girl, end of search.

Love is not going to be neither easy nor consistent; both partners have to make a concerted effort to work on their commitment to each other.

I have always found love to be a bit mercurial, the flurry of feelings waning and swelling just as inconsistently as the waves that hit the shore. But thankfully, love always perseveres.

Now three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.