I read a quote once. I found it on Tumblr or Pinterest one day…probably when I was supposed to be studying or writing a paper. Anyway, this quote went something like this:
“Ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and Eskimos had a hundred words for snow…yet I only have one word to describe how I’m feeling…love.”
Have you ever struggled to find the words to explain to someone how you feel about something? Think about it like this, I love peanut butter. I love it so much that I found some on my light switch yesterday and on my keyboard. That’s actually really gross, but whatever. I eat peanut butter quite often because I love the way it tastes. The salty, smooth feeling of peanut butter on my tongue is unlike any other. And you can put peanut butter on pretty much anything and make it taste fifteen times better than before. For example, an apple…I don’t know about you, but I prefer my apples slathered in peanut butter.
But then there’s the way I feel about Harry Potter. I freaking love Harry Potter. I mean, I can’t even convey to you how much I love that book series. I’m at a loss for words. I love everything about it. I love the way that I can read the books over and over again and STILL find a part that I had forgotten about or a part that I had overlooked. I love the way I can read these books and completely immerse myself in the story. I forget about the world around me. I just lie there and travel to Hogwarts, which is like, the greatest thing ever.
Then there’s the way I feel about my best friends. These people are people that I can lie around with for hours and still feel completely content. We could be doing absolutely nothing besides watching a terrible MTV or Bravo show… yet I still feel happy. The sound of their voice instantly brightens my day, and they can take one look at me and know how I am feeling. I love the way that I’m not afraid to be myself around them. In fact, I am always myself. For better of for worse, I am completely me and these people love me anyway.
The way I feel about peanut butter is different than the way I feel about Harry Potter or my best friends.
So what is love? Is it the way in which I value my best friends’ happiness more than my own? Is it how when you truly love someone- you want them to be happy- whether that includes you or not? Is it the way that you can look at someone you care about and feel like you’re going to explode from the feelings? All the sudden you have this urge to jump up and down and scream because this person is so darn amazing. Is it the way a person can just look in your direction and you immediately begin to smile as if you just won the lottery? Because, I mean that’s what it’s like, right? Winning the lottery… when you find someone so wonderful.
“Ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me when you’re asleep…and there are no words for that.”