So what is love? Not the pathetic excuse of an emotion our generation is desperately attempting too call love, I mean real, authentic, selfless love. After pondering this for a while, I realized with only 18 and a half years of life under my belt, a handful of awkward first dates, and too many celebrity crushes to count, I probably wasn't the most qualified to answer this question alone, so I decided to ask some of my closest friends what they thought love was, and here was their take:
"Love is when you connect with someone so much that their pain is your pain and their joy is your joy. You are two people mended as one and you can't possibly think of a life without that person in it. Thats when you know you're in love."
"Love is all-consuming."
"Love is a passionate commitment between two people in which the others needs are always placed before theirs."
"The act of love can be so simple, yet the most intricate emotion of the human race. The beautiful thing about it is that even the times we don't understand it, we still crave love... because the world runs on it."
"Love is everything. One look and you can tell what that person is feeling. Where the thought of life without them is too much to bare. When you're happy because they're happy. Love is caring so much you forget about yourself sometimes."