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Definition of Love
On Tuesday March 20th, 2001, in my British and World Literature class, our
teacher asked us
to define the word "love." The idea was that we would all write our own definition and hand
them to him. He would then read each one out loud and no one would know who wrote what... not
even him (as we were not to put our names on it). Had I have know that he was going to read
them I would have written slightly more legible. As it stood, I was not sure he could even
make out the first three words. However, I did not have much choice in the matter and sat
quietly as he read the other students' works.
Each one was a simply "Love is..." followed by words trying to express the deep feelings that
the teenagers around me were trying to grasp. Most were too controlled by hormones even at
the time to think of much other than finding that "one" whom they hoped they could ultimately
be with. I happened to be sitting in a crowd of Getty girls who squealed and said how cute
each definition was. I was not particularly in the mood for their girlishness
so I just closed
my eyes and concentrated on the words pouring from our teacher's mouth as he tried to
recreate the feeling and emotions that he at least hoped were behind the definitions.
The last one was mine. As I had figured he could not read it at all. That's what I
get for being the only student who writes in cursive in the school. He stumbled
through the first paragraph and kept apologizing. I finally stopped him, "Sir, no
offence but you're murdering
it. Perhaps I should read it?" He looked at me, thankful that I was not afraid to express my
thoughts and feelings with the rest of the class, but I was. I was nervous and my hands had
started to become clammy.
Over the years I have found it to be quite difficult to be different. Those of you
familiar with some of my other works, may remember my brilliant attempt to recapture my Sprituality. I
have since had many struggles with my parents over the issue of Jesus being the Savior, the
church, god and other religious aspects, with the end result being a punishment: me being
sent off to boarding school. Granted, I love it here and never wish to return home, but it's
the principal of the thing.
In class I have often found that when I say things everyone ends up starring at me. I'm never
sure if this is because they found my remark profoundly intelligent and they cannot reply, or
if it is merely that it was so idiotic and they do not wish to hurt my feelings. I'm sure it
is probably a healthy mixture of both.
In either case, my answer was different from theirs. I had not written it in the
form of "love is..." And after I read it aloud I looked up to see all the faces starring
at me... even the teacher (whom later told me that everyone was impressed though I still doubt this).
I now present to you my definition of love...
A Definition of Love
An individual once existed who truly demonstrates all the aspects of the indefinable
feeling of love. With hopes that you will understand, I present his story to you
A war feuded up in his land. A land in which he had been raised. He knew every blade of
grass, every person, tree and soul. Here he was happy. Here he could be himself and free. For
this he loved the land. Thus, he went to war to fight for something he held so dear to him.
There at war he met a friend. Another man of his age. He liked this man very much. He could
talk to him, trust him, believe in him, share in his hopes and dreams, and he was happy for
him. For this, he loved his friend.
After war the man returned home to his family. His mother hugged him and held him tight, so
happy that he had returned safely. His mother, his father, brothers and sisters shared in his
triumphs. These were the people who had taught him life lessons, who were there for him when
he was in need. They had provided for him, watched him grow, understood and accepted him.
They had a relationship so tight and wonderful that it was bonded by blood. And for this, he
Then the man met a woman (or man depending on preference) and he felt important, accepted,
wanted, cared about, understood, cherished and everything else that is wonderful and good in
the world. And all those things he felt from the woman, he felt for the woman as well. She
was every other love combined. And for this, he loved her.
And love can only be defined as all these things combined.
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