Beep Beep, went the horns as a young girl strode through the heavily congested crossing to be greeted by the occasional “watch where you’re going,” and “wait for the signal crossing,” or “are you blind!” But this wide-eyed girl continued on her way as if mesmerized not acknowledging the warnings. Her twinkling eyes in a daze, her mouth turned up carrying a crocked smile letting a soft humming of Franks Sinatra’s “Its too good to be true,” escape her lips. With a one-track mind heavily filled with air. This girl is a in a bubble… the Love bubble.
The love bubble is a statement that describes how the outside world seems to fade when there is only one other person in your heart, but it does little to define what love is beyond the vague realm of an imagined reality. Through looking at the history, explaining what love is not, and examining the uses of love and the results of that usage I will try to define what Love is.
Instead, love is a great counterpart to late, evening thunderstorms on hot July nights. Love goes well with cold pizza on picnic blankets. Love is cold, wet sand between bare toes. Love is getting run over, fired, or having your house blown into smithereens and be able to smile, laugh and keep going only to have your lover’s smile to easy you.
Star-crossed lovers have stated that love is not hand nor foot nor any part belonging to a man. Matrimonial ceremonies also claim that love is not jealous or boastful. Love also is not the latest trend or is predictable. It is volcanic, bursting burning red molten lava when you least expect it to and cooling after giving a good show. It is not one more pair of shoes you buy at the store to only be shoved into the back of your closet, nor is it a piece of furniture. Love is not to be confused by chocolates and gifts.
There is no escaping Love; it consumes your every thought. All you can think about is how sweet your lover’s lips taste, and how tend