What love is

Most of my life I've been trying to figure out one huge mystery.

Love.

Most of us what one thing: love. To love and to be loved in return.

There was a time when I yearned to love and to be loved. When I thought that I knew what the thing called love is.

But now, seven months within the most serious relationship I've ever had, I realised that back then when I "knew" I really had no idea. Well, perhaps that's too harsh... I was looking at love, but I saw only the surface. Now, little by little, I'm getting to see more and more of what it truly is, the inside.

What love is, then?
Now, where do I begin...? Love is so many things; that's nothing new. During the last 5 days I've been looking at love and it has nothing to do with taking, but giving and getting in return while giving. I suppose I could say that I simply opened my heart and love walked in.

Love is... a butterly on your hand.
Love is... when a bunch of strangers welcome you into their family.
Love is... to walk on the sand on a sunny day with the man you love
Love is... hold your lovedone's hand when he has tears in his eyes
Love is... to sit next to a baby and his mother on a car journey
Love is... to walk on a small island and listen how someone you love shares his dreams
Love is... to look a baby owl and wish you could hold it
Love is... to eat a muse soup after many years and feel many memories feel alive
Love is... to feel your father alive, wathing you although you know that he has been gone nearly a decade
Love is... to meet the new people with an open heart
Love is... to look at pictures of people you haven't met yet and think of them as Family

That's what love is. And many other wonderful things I can't think of right now. There are too many to add...