But what is it?

[treks]

WHAT IS LOVE?

baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more

Aaaah, that great philosophical debate.

I. Give us the basics, but also, no blank comments.
II. On the contrary, in the comment itself, characters must articulate what love (platonic, familial, romantic, universal, as a concept) means to them. To them personally. Eloquently or poorly, they have to use their words.
III. Repliers will shake their heads in simultaneous pity and judgment discuss one of life's fundamental experiences with the original responder!

Comments

Love is both power and sacrifice.

[10x]

[counterstep]

Yeah. More often the later, though, I find.

I think we've already covered this...

[existenceischaos]

[villr]

Still a bad metaphor.

[unrequite]

"Weapon" is a very specific word, isn't it?

[favoriteanalyst]

Little long to slap on a t-shirt, but I like it. Tell me about seeing yourself in it.

[counterstep]

Be honest: you just wanted to talk about daggers.

It is the pain of loss, no longer having something you once did.

[waytodie]

It is also that feeling of sunshine on your face...
The smell of fresh rain.
The way silk feels against your skin.

It's different for everyone.
And not everyone knows it.
But everyone who does only suffers in its absence.

It's toxic and addictive and maybe sometimes it's fake
but sometimes the fake parts become the real parts, too.

It's whatever you want it to be.
It's not being with me.
It's choosing me.
That's the part that matters to me.

You can just be with anyone...
but to choose me when you could have someone prettier and softer and better than me...
That's the kind of magic I want...
I know I don't deserve it. So... I take what I can get, da?

[It's really quite the speech, isn't it? An almost lyrical feel to it as she speaks.

She's had some time to think about a few things. And is still trying to process the rest of it.

But this? Yeah... this is pretty much exactly how she feels about it, at this point.]

[hawk_shot]

[It was supposed to be a joke. Just singing a chorus from some old song while bumping onto Yelena, teasing her a little. Of course she took it seriously. Of course.... She spills her heart out in a way that makes something in Kate's heart swell until it almost hurts.]

... This is so unfair.

[counterstep]

That we don't deserve it is the lie they perpetuated.

Don't lose to that feeling. And feel everything in spite of it.

( said as if he does on the regular, but oh well. )

I don't know anymore. I used to think it could save you, but now

[exhumings]

it feels like a slower way to commit suicide.

[doxie]

Jesus. What's eating you?

Love is like a beach.

[expressionexpress]

It's something you daydream about. Something that washes away your worries. But the waves can also catch you off guard, and if you're not careful... you can drown.

[peninhand]

Wow... [That's... A really good answer.] That's a really beautiful answer, Natsuki. I didn't know you had deep thoughts about love.

Love is a faucet. Some people have control over theirs. Others don't.

[unrequite]

Compatibility in hormonal match compositing between humans.

[inperspective]

Incompatibilities may result in erratic behavior.

It's.....quite complicated.

[frenziedazure]

I often times feel myself undeserving of it, something so sweet it clings to my senses with the warmth of it; flooding my mind and my heart as if to say that it'd be okay. I long to cling to it and keep it against my chest as I soak in all of the warmth but it starts to fade so utterly quickly that I cannot help but find my world going dark.

I seek it, I long for it, I chase it but I find myself unworthy to have it.

[regiis]

( Well...that's quite deep and maybe a bit sad. )

Why do you feel unworthy of it?

To come undone.

[dawnbreaked]

Bearing your heart out until it bleeds, giving your soul up to the one who makes you safe, watching as everything starts to crash down from the vulnerability as you step forward into what is a hopeful new life only for it to become nothing but ash in the wind as the fire takes from you that you once felt cradle you.

Coming undone and letting yourself fly free; even if it means you might not ever recover were something to happen. Even if that means you'll lose what pieces of yourself you have left.

[step]

Isn't that deep, are you always that poetic?

( argalia laughs gently, craning his head to the side akin to curious owl.

he could relate, but argalia has already came undone, each thread of his sanity frayed for simply one person that remains on his mind. having gave up his title, life and all, there may be something to what the other is speaking of, but argalia is too much of a lunatic to think he could be just like what the other says. )

You've had quite the experience with love, how are you still standing!

Who knows....

[foulentrophy]

Some say it makes men mad, some say it drives women to being unreasonable, me? I like to believe that eventually it starts as a big spark, it can be family, it can be people: it can be anything, right? But it reaches a point that spark starts to become vulnerable, as others try taking it and as others seek to chase after your own flame to snuff it out.

You either go down with it or save yourself and them.

....it's like sunlight.

[potlidded]

Something that stays around you, that never lets go of you whether it be life or death.

[wisdomscall]

( That's... lovely. It sounds like something straight out of one of the books she read in the castle. )

I never took you for a hopeless romantic, Link.

It's everything.

[warnurse]

Everything that really matters. It's something that you'd throw it all away to hold onto and something that would make existence impossible if you lost it. And you know that's true because existence was impossible until it came into your life.

Is for other people.

[soft_shelled]

At least romantic love, I've got familial love covered.

Love is freedom.

[counterstep]

I know some people might see a very different sort, where you're bound and in some ways enslaved to it. Others might even prefer that. I don't think that's really love, though. A sort of devotion, maybe, but definitely not love.

It's the freedom to choose. The freedom to do as you please. Freedom from fear.

A black hole.

[keepgodwaiting]

Inescapable gravity that'll crush you.

[counterstep]

...so you see it as a curse, then?

Love is my favorite emotion to experience through others!

[innerbeauty]

When I touch them, and those feelings bloom, my heart...it craves more.

[bit_awkward]

What makes it a favourite, out of curiosity?

Love hurts. Love scars.

[rockandrolled]

It wounds and marks, too.

[ Wait.

This sounds kind of familiar. ]