Love

Love is not the judgment or assessment of physical characteristics. Love is not just merely an input in already fed conversation. Love is not sex. Love is not a definable word; flawing our writings and any intricate clarification we give it. Love is not a thing, or that of anything material.

Love is many different steps and levels branching off in all directions, like a beautiful tree. Some branches flourish while others rot and die. The tree absorbs its own decaying limbs to continue its nourishment and its life; such is the process of the world.

Love is crafted differently for each person much as happiness is generated differently for each person, and everyone who is in ‘love’ are not each all sharing the same emotion. They just have their own creation of the word, a silhouette to the actual meaning.
What you make of it all, that is love...