Defining Love, by Jezebel Subscribe to rss feed for Jezebel

Love isn't a four letter word with
a single syllable, rolling through your lips.
Love isn't a physical being
to be caged and taught cheap tricks.

Love is sitting in your car at 3 AM
crying out tequila tears at age 17
because we've got one life and we
haven't an idea of what to make it.

Love is a group hug; affection folded
through the arms and hearts of friends.
It's laughter sneaking through tight lips
and secrets locked away forever.

It's the gulp of air before your first kiss,
the tickle of her hair along your chin.
It's the endless sea of bandaids and
hugs throughout your endless childhood.

Love is every chocolate chip in the
cookies he made for your birthday,
and it's every beat of your heart
as you stand up for yourself.

Love is not defined or captured by words
scrawled clumsily on this paper. Love
is friends, pets, family. Love is blood,
sweat, and a river of tears.

Love is an inalienable right. It is
the freedom to love yourself,
your partner, friends, and more. 
Love makes us immortal.
Posted: 2015-12-08 08:52:21 UTC

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