Untitled (November 2nd, 2020)

It occurred to me that l did not know the true meaning of love until now. 

Love is not a word,

Not a place, an action,

Or even a feeling. 

But a person. 

One that makes you realize that you have meaning. 

More meaning than ever thought possible by yourself. 

You experience the pure moments of life. 

The joy a warm sun gives. 

The adrenaline of climbing the tallest peaks. 

The sorrow of loss,

Moments of hope dotted around days of endless rain. 

And of course the days where doing nothing is all that was needed. 

Love doesn’t end when the lovers drift. 

It doesn’t start with that first kiss. 

We all have loved since the moment we drawn our first breaths. 

We loved our mothers 

Our fathers

Sisters and brothers

Friends and the “more than friends”

Current and past partners. And the ones to come

Everything around us, we have loved. 

Because life, is love.

To love is to live. 

I suppose that’s why it hurts so much when love does die. 

-K