A question with no answer

What should we talk about today? anyone?  come on.  anything.  just scream out words i don't care.  No no.  Not inappropriate things. it's too early for that.  No.  Not my family either. Love? okay love.  What is love anyways?  With so many people reading this, from many different places and so many different ages, am i even allowed to answer this? am I old enough?  too young?  Truth is, "what is love" is a question with no answer.  It changes from person to person.  It may have different forms too.  But i will try to  give my definition of love:

First I'd like to say that at least in my world, love has different forms.

Because of that, I can't agree with people that don't know what love is or what it feels like.  You have parents don't you? Even if you don't you always had something that you loved when you were a kid.  I don't know. A Tv show, or a toy, or food.  Point is, that love isn't something new to me and to most people. It's the form of love that changes.  For example, I love my family.  I love them.  At the same time, my heart doesn't jump every time I see them.  I'm not super excited every time I get to see them.  But I love them anyways.  Hmmm.  It doesn't feel any different.  Weird.  So that makes me question things.  Do I really love my family and "love" is just a normal feeling? When I find someone to "love" will that feeling go away?  Or are those different forms of love? I believe so.

Another form of love is what most of us really call "love." "I love you." "I love her." What does that really mean?  Like I said, I can't define "love," and I don't think anyone can.  But I THINK I was in love.  This time, my heart did jump every single time i saw her. It's like it created a face and started to smile.  It created legs and started to jump.  I can try to explain it in many ways, but the point is, I was really happy every time.  The smallest things made me smile.  Everything was great, and if something bad happened, hey that is okay because I had her.  Love songs finally made sense, and so did life.  I was living my life and everything was just.. right.  She seemed more beautiful every day.  We seemed  more perfect every second we spent together.  Just great.  Absolutely great.

But that also made me question things.  First, that "love" felt way different than the first "love." Why? Second, we aren't together anymore.  But my life is still alright.  Love songs still make sense.  Was I really in "love?"  And most importantly, is there a difference between "loving" and "being in love?"

The way I see it, that's what life is all about.  It's not about making money and having things - obviously it is great to have money and things - but about answering questions and understanding our behaviors.  Why do we do things the way we do?  Why do we think the way we think?  How do we define what is good and what is bad?  What is love?

So there is my answer.  I don't have an answer.  Because to me, love can't be defined yet.  And that... that is just fine.