I want to know what it's like on the inside of love

What is love? I might as well ask what is happiness? What is sorrow? What is good music? We all are searching for a term named love yet to all of us it is different.

For Noah and Allie it was arguing until they ended up in the bedroom. It was promises of forever, being birds of the same feather, and dancing in a street.

For Harry and Sally it was the freedom of having someone to argue with. It was the ability to be the worst you, without fearing how the other person will react. Love to them was an argument that neither could win, but both wanted to argue until the end of time.

For Baby and Johnny it was finding someone actually saw them for what they were, instead of how people viewed them. It was finding someone with which you felt free, and like you had the potential to change your life as long as you can do it with them dancing through life with you.

For Josh and Cher it was a friendship that went deeper. It was being able to laugh at yourself with that person because they encourage you to not take yourself too seriously. It was also that guiding force that made you want to be better.

For Elinor and Edward it was something that defied all reason. For two people that had blocked out emotion so long, it was an instant connection with another person. It was an inability to think poorly of the other person, regardless of their circumstances. A love so strong that she sacrfice her emotions so he could be with another woman.

Sandy and Danny it was an automatic connection that they couldn't break or erase. A connection that made them willing to change everything about themselves just to be with each other. A connection that started out innocent and grew into a smouldering passion.


For Josie and Sam it was a love that couldn't be stopped by any lies or pretenses. It was sweet, and kind and grew upon the small things. It increased with every smile, every Ferris wheel ride, every glance.

For Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy it started differently. it started with ones intense desire and the others hatred that slowly grew into respect, admiration, and eventually persistent affection. It grew in moments of trial and hardship into something long lasting that couldn't be broken.

I keep asking myself what is love to me? Is it a passion that you can't seem to put out no matter how hard you try? Is it something that starts a fire in you with the first glance? Is it something that builds slowly but starts on a foundation of respect? Is it something you try to talk yourself out of, or something that you can talk yourself into if you spend enough time with the person? Is it something innocent that builds off of the small things, or a feeling that you might die if they aren't touching you at all seconds? Is it the person you feel comfortable enough fighting with, or is it the person you can't find anything to fight about with? Is it conversations? Is it actions? Is it inevitable no matter how hard you fight against it?

I see what it was in the movies. I see my parents love that might as well be a movie. And I find love comes in all shapes and sizes. So I have to ask- what was it to you?