Love is...

I’d definitely have to agree that a child is capable of love. A different kind of love than adults experience, surely, but love none-the-less. A child’s view of love is idealistic, naive and wonderful. They are much more open to love because they (probably) haven’t been hurt by it before.

Love is when you can stop crying from being sad and start crying from being happy.
Love is when you can look in the mirror and accept who you are because someone else does.
Love is real, real is love
Love is feeling, feeling love
Love is wanting to be loved

Love is touch, touch is love
Love is reaching, reaching love
Love is asking to be loved

Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
We can be

Love is free, free is love
Love is living, living love
Love is needing to be loved

—John Lennon

The kind of love I felt at 20, an innocent idealistic love, I can’t ever feel again (and hope hope hope to Og I never do). The kind of love I feel now has a lot of practicality woven into it, more cynicism and reality.

I think the poster who said to believe in something so magical you need to be a child (or at least naive) is right. Not that adult love isn’t real, it’s just threaded on a different love.

The worst comic strip I’ve ever seen.

…what I got.

Remember that.

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You beat me to it!

Love is apparently two macrocephalous nudists on Prozac spouting eternal glurgy aphorisms. I think the NY Daily News still runs this freakin’ thing.
“Love is having to say you’re sorry … every five minutes.” – Dr. Winston O’Boogie