If someone asked you what love is, how would you respond?

Love walks a tightrope barefoot over a bottomless pit engulfed in flames and never looks back. Love conjures a smile through tears. Love believes impossible things are possible. Love is truth, and as such, is sometimes painful. Love is necessary. Love is the beauty that shines through cracks in imperfectly broken things. Love is hanging your arm out of an open car window on a hot summer’s day road trip and pretending to fly. Love whispers “it gets better”. Love makes you cry at weddings and laugh at funerals. Love pushes you, challenges you, refuses to let you compromise. Love never backs down no matter how hard you fight. Love is that one song you play over and over a hundred times and never get tired of. Love takes charge when you’ve lost all hope, and makes sure you keep going. Love thinks you’re amazing and doesn’t give a fuck how depressed, angry, ugly, or stupid you feel. Love is lightning bugs. Love is spinning ‘round and ‘round in circles until you fall down. Love is the wave that knocks you off your feet when your back is turned. Love is stubborn, and won’t take “no” for an answer.

Love is fearless. Love is also blind, deaf, and dumb — and that’s a good thing.