This is NOT a sappy blog post

What is love?

- “But love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah” – Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley

- It’s finding out that mom put my Calamine lotion in the fridge so that when my ambiguous allergy fits hit in I can find it cool.

- It’s the fact that yesterday when I choked in my sleep, no one was home and I called dad after I took my allergy pill, he kept calling back to wake me up even though the allergy pill made me pass out twice so I wouldn’t choke again. He had appointments.

- It’s saying you’ll do something and actually do it.

- It’s knowing exactly when and how to fuck off and be selfless enough to leave, because you’re aware you’re not wanted, and still don’t mind.

- It’s waiting in the heat and sun at 2 pm for 3 hours for someone. Or walking for an hour and half to and fro a little gift shop so you’ll get a tiny little thing you know someone will love, and not mention it.

- It’s cussing at people and knowing they’ll take it because it’s one of your scant displays of affection.

- It’s calling at inappropriate hours with no biggies involved.

- It’s about tying someone else’s shoe laces. Or undoing them for fun, then eating candy with the same hand without feeling slightly conscious of it.

- It’s about someone knowing how jumbled your wires are up there and still wanna tap into you down there. And no not THAT down there. Well, aaaannnd there. But that’s besides the point. Head/Heart analogy went bust. Yes it was actually about that. See how much I suck at analogies?

- It’s about having random piano video calls with your friend, even though they’re currently in a different continent.

- It’s when a close friend remembers to give you a hug they promised that you’d forgotten about and it still is sweet after they’ve made fun of your hugging strategy. In my defence, IT’S BECAUSE I’M SHORT!

- It’s about someone pointing out that the mug cake recipe you just found out about and wanted so much has 1000 calories and when you ask what in the world the mug cake ever did to that person to get murdered so viciously, the reply is the very heroically altruistic plot of “el 3afw 3ala eh, mesh a7san a2olek badal ma u eat that every day nd then gain weight nd become more prone to heart disease nd wake up one day realising that ur diabetic because of all the sugar?” Yup, my life was saved...Hooray? However, that same compulsive calorie-counting person ‘ =P’ defined love as

“The flavour of the Belgian fondants melting in my mouth nd lasting for what seemed much longer than it actually was”.

- It’s about having someone who can tell you to shut the fuck up without automatically reverting to having their self esteem deformed in every possible way in less than 3 minutes with a queue smartass comments, because even though it’s a classic “shut the fuck up”, it doesn’t quite register as an attack. That very same person’s definition is

“Love is discovering why god created something/someone. It's like feeling the comfort and safety of home, with a fuzzy feeling to add to it.” – They could have just said love is Cats.

- It’s about having a look with a person to telepath an entire conversation without having to mouth it. That telepathing buddy thinks:

“Love is laughing at someone's little quirks and then immediately feeling guilty. It's knowing what the other person is going to say before they say it, and what's more, knowing what they don't say.”

- It’s hanging out with your couple of close friends looking like shit and talking like a suicidal maniac without giving anything you say a second thought because you know for sure it’s not being scrutinized, just accepted.

- It’s how your dad calls you up at 1 am at the foot of the building, because he’d just gotten back from work, had a bad day and would love to walk it off with you. A lot. Even though you might have beaten him at a pillow fight shortly before it.

- It’s having someone who is mad about Kurt Cobain actually agree to share him with you. Even if that meant a necrophiliac threesome.

- "We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."
— Dr. Seuss