Love is all sorts of things really. I mean I tell everyone how I love Bruce Springsteen, but is that really love? Everyone knows I love chocolate and that I can’t do without it most days, but is that really love? I also love Jimmy Buffett, piña coladas, and getting caught in the rain. I even love lamp. I say I ‘love’ to all of these things, but I’ve never stopped to really think “what is love?”
Love is a pretty big love when it comes to relationships. I say I love my sister but yet I look back and think about the time I threw stones at her broken arm, or drew a moustache and devil horns on her when her photo was in the newspaper. That sort of carry on doesn’t sound like love, but it is…in a round about way. What is love is maybe something I’ll never get to the bottom of, but if I find out I’ll let you know!