I Want To Know What Love Is
My hands search and scan the pages. They trace along the words, phrases, sentences, paragraphs that are well printed in each turn. I have to admit that I somehow crave the smell of the written chapters, the pages full of wonder, adventure, fear, trust, and love. And there it is, the word worth searching for: Love.
Love. Books. These two words are pretty much the same for me.
So regarding the question in the Daily Prompt—”Is there a single idea or definition that runs through all the varieties of “love”?”—I really don’t have any quotations or the like. I have actually some thoughts, it’s at the back of my mind but can’t somehow push them out and make the words right. But yes! I do believe that there is, at some point somehow.
And keeping in touch with the post title (from the Daily Prompt) and with what I said that I just love (books!), let me share you some thoughts of Lena—character from Delirium written by the great Lauren Oliver; which I just finished reading a few days ago—concerning what love is. And here goes:
Love, the deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t. But that isn’t it, exactly. The condemner and the condemned. The executioner; the blade; the last-minute reprieve; the gasping breath and the rolling sky above you and the thank you, thank you, thank you, God. Love: It will kill you and save you, both.
And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: it’s the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.
And I do believe that God is love, and that love is everything, and that every little thing has its importance, and so God’s love’s important, everything, and the ultimate.
Lots of loooooooooooovvvveeeeeee~