Here is another one from my notes.

Recommended to be read with a hot cup of chai, thank you.

Love is

peace in chaos,

beauty in vulnerability,

an escapade in monotony,

ray of light in this dark world,

certainty in ambiguity,

pain in pleasure.

Love is ceaseless,

constant,

yet eccentric to every individual.

But you see, love is evolving

My mother married the first guy she ever had a crush on while my sister goes out on Tinder dates every weekend

My mother walked right toward her one true love while my sister is finding her’s in corners of noisy cafés.

My mother thinks love is binding while my sister is insistent that it is liberating.

Mother says you can only truly love once while my sister thinks she has enough love for all.

My mother sees love and devotion as synonyms while my sister mistakes lust for love often.

To mother, love is the warm fuzzy feeling you get when you’re in your lover’s arms while my sister says love is the butterflies merely their touch gives.

A child is the ultimate gift of love for my mother while my sister sees unending companionship as that.

My mother is assertive that love is endearing, consuming, empowering, and the only thing worth fighting for and my sister agrees.

Twenty-six years apart and yet the core definition of love remains the same.

So what I understand is that 

love remains constant;

through all genders,

through all races,

through the globe,

through the ages.

So love is

what water is to existence,

what mother is to a child,

what hard work is to success,

what time is to impermanence,

what moon is to lovers.

Yes, love is that to life.

It is a necessity.

Love is 

endearing,

consuming,

empowering,

and the only thing worth fighting for!

Because you see, 

Love is 

peace in chaos,

beauty in vulnerability,

an escapade in monotony,

ray of light in this dark world,

certainty in ambiguity,

pain in pleasure.

Love is ceaseless,

constant,

yet eccentric to every individual.