Something called love

What is Love?
Love is an emotion.
Love transcends individuals, species and time.
It can be found all around you, but you have to find it in yourself first.
In our extremely different but irrevocably entwined fates, it is what connects us; Love.
Love, to some, is just a concept. Some look at it, but don't quite actually see it. Some say it heals, some say it hurts. Some others find love at the end of their journey. And some, find that love is the journey.
Love is silent, love is loud, love is the most beautiful truth, and the most bewitching lie.
It is cosmic, and it is the passion which fuels us.
Love is in the smile you share with a total stranger in the street. Love is in those little thoughtful gestures we all do everyday. Love is in the sacrifice you make for your loved ones. Love is in the helping hand you lend to someone.
Love is what makes you walk in the rain, so that another person can stay dry under your umbrella. Love is when both of you walk together under the same umbrella in the pouring rain. Love is why without that person, the umbrella seems too big, too lonely.
Love is a middle-school crush, it is the magic in the wrinkled, but still entwined hands. Love is a kiss in the rain. Love is a mother's smile as she holds her child. Love is a father's emotions which he hides to be 'tough' before his children. Love is in a sister's adoring words of her brother. Love is in his protecting arm around her.
Love is the breeze which whispers that your loved one is not gone from this world, but with you.
Love is unconscious.
Love is inevitable.
Love is a drug. Love is its antidote.
Love is beautiful.
Love is the reflection of your soul. Love is the reflection of the universe on your soul.
Love plays hide and seek. Love sits beside you as you weep.
Love makes you perfect. Love embraces your imperfections.
Love is in the smiles, in the tears. Love is in you, me, him, her, them, each atom, invisible wave, molecule, cell, touch, smell, taste, sound..
Love wants to be noticed, love needs to be felt.
Love is the music to which the universe composes its eternal dance.
Love is you. Love is me.
Love is what you want it to be.