What is love? ._.

now that is just wrong dude!XD

 

Love is when you care about someone so much that you'd do anything to ensure that person's long term happiness, even if it means momentarily hurting her and yourself in the process.

 

this response wins
meatbags

 

Love is free.

 

Speechless.

 

Or Oreos. <3

Huh, I keep hearing hurt has to be thrown in there somewhere, as sad as it is. Pretty cool thought though.

 

Love is when even if he or she screws up 100 times you're still willing to forgive the person 1,000 times.

 

Love is a creepy cartoon with naked toddlers

 

Or wait, love is when you decide to give the last piece of bacon to them.

 

I'm sorry, I just had to show you the light!

 

Oh yeah, love is also writing a letter confessing your love even though you want to stay friends. Example that will probably make me look like an attention whore:

Spoiler

Hey again. I'm writing this at 1:30 AM on the Sunday after the Jazz and Rib Fest (with a few revisions and additions every once in a while), but I still haven't decided when to let you see it. I just wanted to let you know that I really did have a great time at the festival with you. Looking back, when you mentioned that I probably had a better time than usual because I was spending it with a beautiful woman, I still say that isn't true. And looking back, it really is because I was with you for a large part of the time. I'm glad you came. Otherwise I might not have gotten the courage to write all this down and send or give it you, depending on the circumstances. There were so many instances where I thought maybe it would be best to leave you in dark. But when I told you about that dream I had where I was at your funeral, I left a lot out.

First off, the sadness didn't really come from the fact that you were dead. It came from regret. Regret for not telling you about so many things that you have the right to know. Even after that, I still struggle to tell you. I don't really know why. It's just that I hardly ever feel like I can be serious with you, and even when I do I never manage to say what I need to say. You just have a way about you, y'know? And I'm also afraid that no matter what your reaction, the dynamic of our friendship would never be the same. I must admit, it's scary to even think that I might lose you. It's just one of those bonds that I couldn't go without. You know what I mean, right?

Anyway, the first thing I regretted not telling you was that I believe the two of us met for a reason. I don't know why. All I know is that you're one of the few people who I feel like I actually understand. Out of all the possible people I could have met in the moment I met you, it was you. Even though so many things in my life I consider to be the random occurrences of a chaotic world, I don't think our meeting was like that. Even though I don't think we're meant to ever be anything more than friends, I do think that we were meant to be as we are now. You might not realize it (and to be honest, I didn't either until a few weeks ago), but before we met I was even more of a loner than I am now. I had one friend, who I would cling to like a lost puppy on field trips and in class when we were allowed to change seats. Yeah, the Whites were friendly with me, but we sure weren't as close as we are now.

In retrospect, had I not met you, that might still be the case today. I'd be alone in my room or basement watching whatever was on the TV and maybe playing around on the computer whenever I got bored with that. I'd have no real pride, no reason to talk to another human, and no other humans besides my family to depend on. Hell, I might not even have graduated, though that's a bit extreme. Whatever the case, I think you really were the person who changed all that. I don't remember many details of our interactions before my Senior year, but I do know that they must have had a large impact on my life, since I don't think I'd be the same if I had only met you this year.

Second, I don't get why the only reason you ever give for not being able to fall for me is my physical appearance. I'm not complaining, but do you have ANY other reasons? Or, and I'm going way out on a limb here, are you just hiding behind that standard for some reason? I don't really care if you reject me, especially if that's what I expect and prefer, but if it's over something as stupid as how I look, it's hard to get over. You know what I mean, right? But I guess not all people have to have the same kind of standards, whether or not they're on the same level, eh?

Another thing: You're amazing, smart, talented, funny, interesting, fun to be around, and, as nervous as I am to admit, incredibly beautiful. You have my [mostly pointless] permission to curse out anybody who says otherwise. You probably know all of this, but I always think of you as not hearing it as often as you should. I don't really know why. I just do and that's that.


Finally, this is something that's extremely hard to say without intending it to become more than just me being honest. I wish I could tell you to your face, but I'm scared that you'd not take it seriously. Even more than that, I'm scared that you would take it seriously and stop talking to me. I don't even know why I dragging it out anymore. I mean, it's only a few words. Small ones too. Maybe I'm just scared. Scared that it'll change too much. That it'll end up sounding like some corny line out of a soap opera. I think you know the feeling. But really, I guess it's now or never.

I love you. Not like a sister, not as family, not as just a friend. Just plain and simple. You've no idea how much it hurts me when I tell you that I love you like a sister. Not because I want anything more than a pseudosibling relationship with you, but because I can't stand lying to you. So there's the truth. After keeping it only to myself for almost a year, and probably longer, I've finally come out and told someone. Really, it could have been anyone I suppose. But that would have been stupid. Telling someone who's not involved in this at all. And now that it's on the floor, you get to decide what it means to you.

There's really nothing more to it than that. I don't really intend to make you more than a friend. I don't particularly want you to have my first kiss. I don't want anything more than to be completely honest about how I feel I about you, even if it means that our friendship can never be the same. And hey, if you decide that you feel the same way, I have no reason to protest progressing further in our relationship. I just don't want you to feel like I'm trying to push you into anything. All I'm saying is that I love you, and for no other reason than the fact that you have the right to know. After that, it's just a matter of whether or not you choose to let our future conversations get awkward or stay exactly the same. That's the only choice that you need to make. I already to made the choice to pull a Rise and bare it all, albeit metaphorically and not literally, the latter of which would most definitely have made our future conversations awkward.

There really isn't anything else to say after that. I mean, I pretty much dropped a bomb on you there with those last two paragraphs1. I just had to get this out. I've been holding it in for so long, but have been too much of a coward to actually DO anything about how I feel. And as you may have figured out, I'm STILL too scared to say it to your face. So, since I've probably given this to you at Godaikocon and since you've probably already read it even though I most likely asked you to read it in private, just say thanks and let's get back to the con. If there's anything you want to discuss, let me know when you're done reading and we can discuss it after a few hours so there's enough time for you to gather your thoughts. Besides, after reading something all serious like this, it's probably best to have some fun before talking about all the serious stuff you read.

On the off chance that you waited or I didn't tell you wait, still wait for a bit before talking about it with me if there happens to be anything you want to discuss. It can't possibly be healthy to talk about something like that when you've just found out. Even if you think you know how you feel, I still encourage you not to make any kind of decision until you've had time to think about everything you've seen here. At any rate, if you want to discuss anything, could we please do so in person, or at least over the telephone? I don't really think Facebook chatting would be sufficient for talking about anything like what I mentioned in this letter. And hey, maybe now that I've poured my heart out, I can finally tell you all this to your face.
Sincerely,
Your friend (I hope) [My Name]

 

On a more serious level, I disagree. Love is subjective, it is a feeling. How you act on this feeling does not define the feeling itself.

 

I thought I was in love once. Turned out to be gas.

 

Of course it is, silly Maka.

 

Love is like a fire burning in your bosom; it's hot, sweaty and you'll be burnt out afterwards.