L is for the way you look at me, O is for...

I have seen a lot of different types of love in my life. Love between friends. Love between sisters. Love between roommates, brothers, fathers, parents, partners, schoolmates, lovers, and strangers.

Unfortunately our society believes that love can be boiled down into a chick flick, greeting card, valentine, love song, or clique statement. I beg to differ. Its a complex emotion? state of being? relationship?

The more I see of love (all the types) the more I know this. We were made to love each other. We were made to interact, to coexist, to blend our lives with others. It's not always clean cut, happy, equal or eternal, but we were meant to love each other. I'm finding I can't explain this as strongly as I'm feeling it. I have more, but it's incoherent.