Love is when you can rest easy even when you’re out in a scary world filled with big people. It’s an all-consuming courage that will empower you to soldier on and brave even bigger battles in life even when you want nothing more than to retreat to your tiny comfort zone. To love is to be courageous and bold, even when everything in the world tells you there’s no reason to be.
Do you agree? What’s your definition of love?
This post is my entry to a blog challenge at work.
I’m a person of simple tastes and wants. All I’ve ever wanted since I was 12 was to have my own room where I can display my notebook collection. When I was 16, I was content to stay in bed and write in my journal. At 22, I thought I needed nothing more than classical music and a bowl of spaghetti.