
A character from a movie once said:
"Love is just love."
Listening to that quote at the time, made me think about all the assumptions I had about the word myself. Love. What does it mean? After, all it is a very loaded word--one that has one of the highest values and meanings. Why does love imply a whole list of different things? Can it not exist without all the implied meanings? What if love doesn't mean falling head over heels upon locking eyes with that handsome someone? What if it doesn't mean loyalty, or fidelity, or even trust?
The trouble with extracting all these meanings from it, is we don't know what to think about love otherwise. It becomes a mystery. We don't like mystery...we like to know the facts and have it planned out, you know: an expectation of what love should be. But I don't think there is an explanation. Look at us. We aren't perfect, and we aren't made to be. We lie, cheat, steal and hurt the ones we love: most without the intention of doing so. Rather we do these things because we are hiding from ourselves and our responsibilities. Does that mean we don't love the other person to whom we do such awful deeds to? No. It means love is imperfect and all those expectations cannot really explain what love is. It is a mystery that we desperately try to solve by piling on attributes of our own version of a so-called "Love."
The Beatles once said:
"All you need is love."
Such a heavy responsibility, for one small word. Think about that.

