What is love? A question that has a multitude of answers. What are the answers? They are merely words that lead to more questions. So love is a question? That all depends on whom you ask. For love, itself is a daunting task. It is a task that requires patience. Because love is patient, love is kind. Love is a vast variety of things. Love is the reason many sing. So what is love to you? To me? Love is frustrating. No… love is frustration. It’s that and still wanting the person by your side when the day is done. It’s the little things that annoy you but by the end you know you’ve won. It’s that secure feeling of knowing that someone is willing to listen. It’s the rain that falls down and makes the streets glisten. So what is love? It is what you need, when you need it most. For me, it’s what kept me from becoming a ghost.
5/5/2014 – Kara