What is Love, really?

[The Man With the Soap]

You see over the last 1.3 years I have been deeply in love with a woman, she had her issues (being disabled in physical way, though her mind was brilliant) but I assured her that I would not leave her just because she is that way, I stood by her side at all times when she needed me. When her cat died, I volounteered to dig a grave, when she had a hospital appointment I was there with her, when her grandmother was in hospital I was there, when her abusive father came to visit I was there to hold her hand. We had lovely plans for the future, she was afraid of not affording university and not being able to go at all. I offered to give her the money, share some of the university money my grandad was meant to give me while insuring her its going to be okay. I gave up my friends, even my bestest friend, volountarily.

I suddenly fell into a depression, I do not know why I became so, I am speaking to a Psychiatrist to sort it out. I became weak both mentally and physically, I couldnt concentrate and all things like that. I took some anti-depression drugs which made me worse at the beggining and making me cold toward my love, I fought the feeling, tried to explain it to my beloved one as well. I thought of attempting suicide at a couple of times, falling in front of a train I took everyday. I decided to give up the drug, figuring out that this was the reason of my 'numbness' and I did. Slowly I reduced them and had strong enough will to stay off them, even during hard moments during college and returning feeling of doom and hopelessness. My depression made me think I do not love her anymore, while I stayed stubborn enough to know that I do. After I came off them I knew I loved her and felt it in my heart again. She said she does not want to take care of people, having to take care of her grandmother, being forced to in a way (but, dont we all have a choice?).

Now her also being in depression, her taking the anti-depression drugs she.... left me.... dumped me like an insignificant piece of rubbish. Over the phone, in a form of a text message. Out of all ways, letter, telegraph, bottled or even pigeon carrier. I shattered like a piece of glass, in shock at first, not even believing it happened at first. My friends that I have reunioned with have sided with me, volountarily, I have not asked them a single thing nor to break their connections to my once loved one. They have comoforted me and still do, as I am thinking I am falling into a depression yet again. However comforting my friends and family are, theres... theres something missing....

And now that you know my story, I am asking you this question....

...What is love...
...and is it worth it...

That's what the devotchkas will do to you, brother.

Love is an abstract concept made up by people to justify their sex drive.

 

[Boris Goodenough]

Love is a biological cocktail of chemicals designed to throw you together with someone long enough for you to have kids with them. Depressing but true.

In love is to get the kid stage(the in love emotion usually runs out after a year).
Love is to keep the people together after the kid.

However some people would define love differently.

 

[shadowelancer]

Love is the easiest thing to find once, but the hardest thing to find a second time

 

[tzimize]

You see over the last 1.3 years I have been deeply in love with a woman, she had her issues (being disabled in physical way, though her mind was brilliant) but I assured her that I would not leave her just because she is that way, I stood by her side at all times when she needed me. When her cat died, I volounteered to dig a grave, when she had a hospital appointment I was there with her, when her grandmother was in hospital I was there, when her abusive father came to visit I was there to hold her hand. We had lovely plans for the future, she was afraid of not affording university and not being able to go at all. I offered to give her the money, share some of the university money my grandad was meant to give me while insuring her its going to be okay. I gave up my friends, even my bestest friend, volountarily.

I suddenly fell into a depression, I do not know why I became so, I am speaking to a Psychiatrist to sort it out. I became weak both mentally and physically, I couldnt concentrate and all things like that. I took some anti-depression drugs which made me worse at the beggining and making me cold toward my love, I fought the feeling, tried to explain it to my beloved one as well. I thought of attempting suicide at a couple of times, falling in front of a train I took everyday. I decided to give up the drug, figuring out that this was the reason of my 'numbness' and I did. Slowly I reduced them and had strong enough will to stay off them, even during hard moments during college and returning feeling of doom and hopelessness. My depression made me think I do not love her anymore, while I stayed stubborn enough to know that I do. After I came off them I knew I loved her and felt it in my heart again. She said she does not want to take care of people, having to take care of her grandmother, being forced to in a way (but, dont we all have a choice?).

Now her also being in depression, her taking the anti-depression drugs she.... left me.... dumped me like an insignificant piece of rubbish. Over the phone, in a form of a text message. Out of all ways, letter, telegraph, bottled or even pigeon carrier. I shattered like a piece of glass, in shock at first, not even believing it happened at first. My friends that I have reunioned with have sided with me, volountarily, I have not asked them a single thing nor to break their connections to my once loved one. They have comoforted me and still do, as I am thinking I am falling into a depression yet again. However comforting my friends and family are, theres... theres something missing....

And now that you know my story, I am asking you this question....

...What is love...
...and is it worth it...

My girlfriend of 5 years (we've been in a relationship five years, she's not five -.-, just wanted to make that clear) has multiple sclerosis. I dont know if you know anything about that disease, but shortly, her immune system eats away at her nerves causing all kinds of hell with her body. Pain, loss of feeling in her limbs, numbness, paralysis, mental issues, the list is long as a list of sins.

I love her.

She makes me laugh.

When I wake up in the morning, to go to a job I dont really want to go to, its because of her. Everything I do is because of her. I am not religious, nor am I a specifically positive person. The relationship has given me depression time and again, but how the hell could one not be, watching ones reason to live be eaten up from the inside. Do I have regrets? No.

If she is not there, my life has no point to it. My entire (adult) education I got because of her. She has been the reason for everything I've done to create a life for myself (and her). So to me, its worth it. She gives my life meaning, can there be a greater effect on anybodys life? I think not.

Will it end in pain? Yes it will. All good things do, but what can you do? Thats life. Pretty sucky tbh :\

 

[Gigano]

I'd say that "love" is unconditional devotion and loyalty, to be willing to gladly give all for the sake of another whom you value as yourself.

Only a lasting bond after the first attraction to a perfect illusion of the other party dies down should qualify for the title, the foolish romantic in me would think it's a severe flaws of the English language that - as far as I know - it does not have two separate words for this initial surge of attraction and what comes after.

If mutual, it is presumably the greatest joy imaginable (if not necessarily leading to positive results). So depending on how stable and lasting it is it could be worth it.

 

[Ionait]

I could be so poetic that anyone reading my post would vomit while I sat here in complete contentment and glee but... My husband and I have agreed on a couple of things for sure about love.

Love is never minding to be around the same person every day.

There's always a time when you don't feel like people, even the closest family members, and when seeing a person consistently makes you aggravated with them for no reason other than they're THERE. Love is when you see someone every single day and never develop these animosities.

 

[MikeOfThunder]

And now that you know my story, I am asking you this question....

...What is love...

The power of love is a curious thing... it can make one man weep and another man sing. Thats the power of love!