The Book of Me Written By You~Prompt 25~Love (I Love You)

I am participating in Julie Goucher's activity:

This week's prompt~Prompt 25~Love (I Love You)

Love comes in varying shapes and sizes
I love you
I love ice cream
I love the smell of rain, Spring, toast
I love my (insert your family member, pet etc)
There is no right or wrong way to love....or is there?
Define what love means to you.


My Definition of Love

This has been a difficult post for me, trying to come up with a definition, my view of love. I made it even tougher because I went ahead and had my dad and my husband tell me their versions of love before I wrote my own post. Generally, I wait to ask them a prompt until I have written my own. I did not want to use any their words. 

I thought I would maybe post a poem, but didn't find one that I really said how I feel. Then I thought I would make my own poem, but my muse didn't seem to want to do this. So, I decided to just start writing and I think the timing was good. 

There are so many "things" you can love. In this regard, it means you really, really like something. Ideally however, the word "love" is generally attached to people. We "love" family and 
friends. At least, hopefully we all do. 

I love my husband, children, grandchildren, parents, grandparents, and some special friends. When I love someone, I do not want to see this person hurt. If they hurt, I hurt. If they have pain, I share that pain. My heart hurts. If they need help, I am there to help. I would do anything for those I truly love. When you love someone, you want to spend a lot of time with that person, but it doesn't mean that is always easy. 

Maybe that person doesn't love you or stops loving you. You will have a broken heart. You will hurt so very much, and live in pain. Time is the only thing that heals a broken heart. I have been there, and I am sure you have been there also.

"Living beings" we love also, like dogs, cats, horses and all kinds of animals. People love their pets. People who don't have children love their pets as if they were their children. My dog, Riley, recently went over rainbow bridge. He had a great life during his 15+ years. It was his time, but I still cried. I do believe this also held me back from writing this post. I needed to deal with his loss.

So, I hope every one of you reading this have many people and/or pets in your lives that you love because loving "things" just isn't the same.

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