Ask me what love is and I would say, “I don’t know.”
It’s not that I haven’t been in love. I’ve loved once. But when you ask someone who’s truly been in love what love makes them feel, they will try to find the words. But even in their minds those words could never adequately express what love means for them.
Now take a couple that has been in love with each other for years. Ask them what it means to be in love. They will both give you different answers; not solely because they are two different people, but because their feelings are just that vast.
For me love is indescribable. I can tell you some of the things I did because I was in love. But to describe what it is, the words won’t show love enough respect. Love will transform you; it will make you grow. If after having loved and being in love with someone you weren’t changed or matured, then you truly were not in love.
This is what makes it all so powerful. Don’t get it confused. You can grow and not be in love, but when you fall in love, see the leaps and bounds you make as a person. There’s a distinct difference. You’re no longer growing for you but for them. Not because they asked, but because you felt the need and want too.
The thing about love is it will never die. It’s like energy — it can never be destroyed, just simply transformed. So while me and that love aren’t still together, I did then, I do now, and I will always love…
And that’s when I experience loss…
The loss is something different. Pain, release, anger, heartbreak, loneliness and the list could go on and on. Someone even said to me that the loss of love should be a diagnosable condition. But that’s how strong it is. I remember once the depression I felt. I didn’t go to class; I sat around crying; I was in the slums.
Lost love will have you replaying the memories of the good times; the smiles, laughs and giggles. Even as I write I’m taken back to that place; a place where love used to be. A place where the moments, feelings and the emotions are indescribable, but totally imaginable. Many can relate to the loss that puts you in that place of memories.
It makes you wonder for a moment: if you couldn’t ever experience love again what would you do? If you couldn’t ever experience loss again what would you say? It’s all funny because if you can’t really have one without the other. Love makes you grow and understand; loss makes you cherish and appreciate.
Is it supposed to be simple or complex?
— Jarrell Brandon