Love. one small, four-letter word; one huge, diverse meaning. we think about, dream about, imagine, and experience love: but what is it? we each have our own opinion about, our own definition of love. to me, love is so simple, yet so complicated. love is the feeling when the first snowflake falls in winter, the joy of the first blooming flower in spring. love can even be the excitement of receiving an A on a test. love can be the heartbreak of losing a loved one. the pain of when a friend moves, but fails to say goodbye. love is like the saying, "you never know what you have until it's gone." for often, you don't know you have love until it slips away from you. love is the feeling right when you're about to perform in front of a huge audience and the stage curtain opens; you're nervous, yet so happy. love can be the feeling on a roller coaster when you're about to go down the high drop: you're stomach has butterflies and feels as if it's being tied into a knot. if love is so easy to describe, why is it so difficult to find? maybe people are afraid of love, but how can you be afraid of the closest thing we humans have to magic?
