Love is safety.
Love is acceptance.
Love is freedom.
Love is the ability to express yourself fully.
Love is shelter.
Love is comfort.
Love is protection.
Love is strength.
Love is feeling full.
Love is feeling enough.
Love is the starting point for capability.
Love is the start of hope.
Love fuels courage, bravery and fearlessness.
Love gives shade to one’s individuality.
Love is the bubble where judgment ceases to exist.
Love allows for all weirdness to exist. Human variety is something to experience.
If you want to know when a child feels loved, look for environments where the child’s expression runs wild. Children who solely follow their parents orders haven’t felt love, at least the way I think love is felt.
Love is laughter.
Love is kindness.
Love is joy.
Love is happiness.
Love is content.
Love is satisfaction.
Love is the last beacon of hope when all else fails.
Love distorts time and space.
Love grays the areas of logic — nay, there exists no logic when it comes to love.
Love seeks to understand. Love asks.
Love is curious. Love listens.
Love feels good.
Love gives rise to immortality.
Love is feeling unconquerable and where defeat does not exist.
Love looks for abundance.
Love sees beauty where none exists.
Love sees no confines of rationality.
Love is infinite.
Love makes eternity feel possible and plausible.
Love is without justification.
Love is patient.
Love is the smile of heart.
Love is pause. Love is space. Love is calm.
Love is color in an otherwise black and white reality.
Love is abstract.
Love is possibility.
Love is ray of sunlight.
Love is growth.
Love is ever evolving.
Love is unbridled capacity.
Love is connection.
Love is recognition of existence.
Love is light.
Love is creative.
Love is one. Love is all. Love is equal.
Where love exists, impossible is nothing.
If love isn’t all of this, then I am better off being unloved by the outside world, for I can provide all of it within myself, with the help of the divine.