Love

     Love is a verb. It's a noun. It's anything you want it to be. It's the first time that boy asks you to sit next to him on the bus. It's finally getting his number after working up the courage for so long. It's fighting over word finds. It's sarcastic comments with him. It's doing everything to impress him. It's trying to sit next to him in Geometry class. It's your first kiss in the middle of the church hallway, even if the boy was a little clumsy. It's summer. It's meeting a guy at the beach and wishing your week wouldn't end. It's working on a hot roof with a guy for volunteer work for a whole week. It's your first date. It's the first time you meet his parents. It's him coming to see you play your volleyball games. It's late nights talking to him on the phone.
     Love is heartbreak. It's hurt. It's your first break up. It's watching him walk away and not even turn around to look back. It's knowing you hurt someone when you didn't mean to. It's saying goodbye. It's realizing that you've been used. It's knowing he lied to you. It's a late night fight. It's arguments.
     Love is forgiveness. It forgives the fight. It forgives the misunderstanding. It forgives the rash words. It forgives the thoughtless comments. It forgives the ignorant actions.
     Love is kindness. It's being there for someone. It's listening. It's understanding. It's a helping hand for those who have nowhere to go. It's a shoulder to cry on. It's giving hope to those who have none.
     Love is everywhere. It's anywhere. It's nowhere. It's something. It's nothing. It's everything. It's a little thing. It's a big thing. It's your best friend. It's your worst enemy. It's what you make it. It can only be found where you search, yet it is not always found. It's right under your nose. It's an unsolved puzzle. It's lasting. It's ending. It's constant. It's sporadic.
     Love is yours. It's mine. It's ours. It's his, hers, theirs. Don't lose it. Keep it forever with you. Never give up on it. It won't give up on you.