Five Hundred Twenty Five Thousand...

Okay, so the title's lame, and I can't guarantee the post is going to be any cooler, but it's thoughts I had, and I want to write them down.

The eternal question: what is love? I don't have any concrete answers (yet) but I've got something to say on the topic. So here it is.

What is love? Is love flowers on an anniversary? Or is it an expensive present on christmas? Yes and no. To say no would be a lie, because you have to love someone to want to do something like that for them -- but does that make it the defining factor in love? I don't think so. A paper card with a heart-felt message on an anniversary and "macaroni on cardboard" for christmas would suffice just as well for those two events. It shows that you care enough for someone to take time out of your schedule to do something for them. It shows that you're willing to give them time and materials that you could have used for yourself, but you felt them more important. Because they are. It's a sign of love...

... but it's not *love*. It's just a sign. Of course, I'm sure it's different for everyone. To some people, love is going in debt to get them what they've always wanted. And they're not wrong. Giving up something you've got, to give something they want is always a good sign that you're in love.

But this isn't about where others find love, this is about me. You know, my blog, about me. That's kinda how this works.

I found out what love is to me. Love isn't a ring, it isn't new pants, it isn't a weekend in hawaii. A ring symbolizes the love, pants are something someone you love could use, and everyone loves a weekend in hawaii, but that's neither here nor there.

Love is still-tied shoelaces - tied by the one you love. Love is a stuffed dog that doesn't leave one's side. Love is feeling so comfortable around someone that you want nothing more that to sleep on them -- just to feel for one night that things are okay. Love is listening to something the one you love talks about, that you don't care about, but you listen anyways - just to hear their voice. Love is a set of voice messages that you don't want to delete because they were sent by the one you love. Love is a book with a note written it. Love is "one more minute."

Love is still-tied shoelaces. And I have it.