When thinking about what love really is, the first thing that comes to mind is the Catholic definition for me; "Love is patient, love is kind..." and so on. I'm sure the true definition of love includes these things, but I can't help being left with the feeling that love is also something more. The best model of love for me is my grandparents. My grandfather has been dead ten years, but at the very mention of my grandfather, my grandmother starts to tear. If after ten years the pain of separation is still that large, their love must have been a great love.
And while I can recognize this great or true love when I see it, I'm not sure I know what it really is, or if there is an objectively true definition of what love is. I thought love was finding the other half of yourself you were missing in someone else, and being with that person makes you a better person.
But sometimes I guess this is not enough, and that maybe this definition doesn't satisfy the meaning of true love. It's still a great mystery that I wonder if anyone will truly understand.
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