It's everywhere.

In every single

Movie,

Media Source,

and Book.

There's always so much pressure

to be in love and to love.

If you don't then,

it's the biggest catastrophe on the planet.

I want to just take a minute

and think about what love truly is.

Is it at first sight?

Or does it have to take a long time to bloom?

Is it more open and outspoken?

Or hidden in our hearts waiting to burst out?

Is it possible to never feel love,

to never feel a sensation of caring?

Is love  caring about someone so much

that you will protect them

even if it means giving up your own life?

I know that no one can ever described the truth

about the "dreaded L" word

but I'm going to try with this:

Love is something that takes time to grow.

It does not happen automatically

It can't happen just toward any

random person.

It has to be someone who you care about.

Someone who will never let go of

and you are confident that they will never let go of you

Love is not being ashamed to care for someone:

to be able to confess your love to the world.

Love is simply giving your whole self to another person

trusting that they will take care of you.

While all of this is the pure embodiment of Love,

one thing is certain:

in order to love someone else,

you must learn to love yourself.