What Is Love?

Sometimes I wonder, what is love? I typed that exact question into the google search bar today thinking I

might be able to find a straightforward, legitimate answer. I wish it was that easy, but contrary to today's  

popular belief, google does not have the answer to everything. I walk the halls of my high school everyday 

wondering about the people that past me. Have you ever seen someone for what they really are, and  

couldn't stand to see them to pretend to be something else. That's how it is for me. But instead of me looking at someone else i'm staring straight at myself. The only time I haven't felt like I was pretending is when I feel 

love. I can''t lie about this, I can't hide this, I can't pretend for this. That's why I ask again what is love?  

What is this thing that can make me real? I can't count how many times love has changed my mind, made me 

do something so incredibly irrational that I feel conflicted two minutes later. I'm only seventeen and I'm sure 

people twice my age are still asking this same question, wondering the same things I do. The question will 

probably still cross my mind but I feel sooner or later I will realize that the most satisfying answer is 

ignorance. I will stick with the ignorance of the definition of love because of my fear. I fear it won't be 

something as beautiful as I've imagined it. It may not be so real, so magical.Yes I have experienced hurt in 

love but I haven't lost that hope that it is something unexplainable.  Call me naive.