That shouldn't just apply to romantic love but also to love among family and friends." - Rho Rho, 94, She/Her, Widowed "Love is having total acceptance and the ability to trust and openly communicate, without the fear of judgment or rejection. Love is when I press myself into your back at night and feel our So, to me, love is being present, and the rare moments in the day when I become so absorbed in the sunlight or snowflakes or taste of my ginseng tea that I forget to feel anxious, unwell, or that I should feel like less of a person for taking up space in the world." - Christian, 34, She/Her, Straight-ish, Terminally Single "My emotions wheel says love is a feeling of lightness and security, but I’ve never felt that way. But my best friend and I sent each other the exact same e-mail this morning and if that isn't love, I don't know what is." - Elizabeth, 27, She/Her, Queer
"I'm not sure about romance, other than it's absurd. It's coming with me to my therapist’s office after a self-harm scare to make sure I was safe from myself, and my therapist saying, 'He really loves you.'" - Anna Swenson, 28, She/Her, Queer, Married Love Is In the Smallest Things "Love is my partner sitting beside me during a panic attack, not telling me to stop or change, not prescribing, just being there, grounding me. Rogers (the weight he reportedly stayed his entire adult life, which he thought was God's way of telling him he was loved). It's trusting that the person you love wants to be there, that their love is both a choice and a feeling, and feeling safe and excited in the knowledge that you can make whatever kind of relationship you want together. It's closeness that also allows for space and freedom and room to figure out whatever those two words mean to you, because those definitions change as well. Many things I thought to be true are not, and I'm learning new things about what it means to love and be loved all the time.īut, for now, here’s what the concept means to me: when a song that sounds nothing like a typical “love song” has somehow become one to you folding all your shit Marie Kondo-style to free up a drawer in your dresser someone getting incensed on your behalf when you’ve been wronged, who will also tell you if you’re the one who's wrong.
Without spilling the sordid details, I'm experiencing quite the upheaval in my life right now (sup, Saturn return) - so much so that I'm reevaluating everything I thought I knew about love.
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