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Love. I really can't explain what love is, but then again, I'm sorry if you're asking. I once heard "if you ever ask someone what love is, or how they know that it's love that they're feeling, then you've never had it / felt it." I'm sorry if you've asked. Love is a feeling, a state-of-being, an all absorbing force that overrides everything ever in every way.

There are lots of loves though.

Ethos, Pathos, and Logos.

I don't actually remember which is which. One, the more platonic [though I believe they are all from Plato], is for your friends. One, the general unconditional type, towards your family and such. The last is  love love. Y'know... what everyone aches: for, about, without, and most of all within.

Everyone ought to expereience every love. If the first two kinds have never played into your life, then theoretically you may be less worthy and deserving of the ideal love, romance, or whatever you believe it is. I think - however- you need it more. It will change you forever; maybe you'll be allowed to feel the other loves... the ones that shape us as people, and allow us to fill the places of this ideal love for other pre-shaped people.

The real love? That? I had it once. The worst part is that I sometimes wish I hadn't. It's the most agonizing feeling of all, to love and lose. Though they say "it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all". It's highly debatable. I was in a good relationship, and threw it all away when I left on that cruise. Yes, an aboard-ship romance. The moment I saw him, I knew something was there. I had always disagreed with love at first sight, so surely this couldn't be it. It didn't exist. Intrigue, Interest, Attraction... at first sight? Those could certainly happen, but not love. Then again, I hadn't known love yet. I didn't believe in it at all.

Jordan and I spent the week together, and I can't even go through what happened between us. What really mattered was what happened inside me. I had to believe, suddenly. I knew what love was. I wouldn't ever ask again. I now know what love is. I wish I didn't. Billions of miles away, no contact, no sentiment or affection coming towards me in any sense. I have loved, and always will love him. That's the thing about real love. It seems to be unending. A tragedy. I know.

Ignore that. Go back to life. and love in general. Now to real love, again. Other loves play into this too.

I made a deal with my best friend. to marry him when I'm 35 and he's 47. [yes, that does mean we're 12 years apart]. Does it make sense to marry and tie myself down to someone I don't feel that real love for? Absolutely. I love him, and it's the kind of love that doesn't hurt. The only reason it hurts now is the distance isn't gladly bearable. But I don't get hurt with this kind of love. I don't regret the feelings I feel. It's safe. Comfortable. Ensuring. Insurance. A promise that I won't forever live alone, but I'll be with my best friend. and love him unconditionally.

I've never wanted to have to ask what love was. But maybe I do.

How will I know when I have found real love?

There. I've asked it. Now, I'll restart. I get to restart, don't I? I mean.. I still have love, just not that kind, I guess.

If I've asked and all. But, my question was a facade. I know love, I know how to differentiate it. Do I wish I didn't? I don't really know. Maybe it is better to love and lose than to never love at all. I don't know. Do you? Life goes on, anyhow. It should, anyway. I suppose we'll all just find out in due time.

and HEY! At least I'll have a husband... xD