I for one, define love as being more than willing to lay your life on the line for a person.
I always believed the whole love at first sight thing was bullshit. For that reason, I hated Romeo & Juliet.
However, I started having these dreams about this girl from ages back. She used to be a crush in elementary or something. These dreams sparked a burning question in me. I wanted to know if she ever had any feelings or attractions to me. Anyways, I find a way to contact her, and I tell her about the dreams. She said the she didn't think much of me, but she also didn't think any less of me.
But then, she started spilling her entire history to me. She told me that she was dating one of the douchebags who used to bully me in middle school, until a week ago. She said that he constantly teased and abused her, and that she only dated him because she wanted it to stop.
That asshole broke her nose, and gave her a concussion. She now has short and long-term memory loss, and could barely remember who I was when I talked to her. I feel like I'm closer to her than I ever could have been in my dreams.
After that conversation, I felt a burning in my gut. Some mixture of love for her, pride in myself, and hatred for that guy.
Surprisingly, he plans to come to my school sometime next year, and I plan to lay as much as I can on the line, just so I can show him the gentle side of my fist when he walks in the doors.
That, is what I feel love is. I will work my damndest to make sure that, even though she was just a stranger until a few weeks ago, that she will get vengeance on that asshat, and that possibly, we will grow close.
EDIT: What the hell? I just kind of blanked out for a second.
Did I seriously just? Fuck.
[HEADING=2]Love is rainbows and lollipops, unicorns and sunshine.[/HEADING]