What is love to me?

What is love to me? Well, it’s fucking complicated, that’s for certain. Ummm, let’s see... Love, love is love, it’s something I wake up to in the morning -not because I have someone to love me, no I don’t think I’ll have someone like that for a while- but I wake up in the morning to love, because I know that I will love everything and everyone I come across that day. I know that I will see a stranger on the street, and will start to wonder about how their day has been, if they can whistle, how many languages can they speak, and if they are in love too. Love to me... is synonymous with appreciation and admiration. Yeah, I equate my love as admiration - I admire every person I meet, and those I don’t get the chance of meeting for that matter - and I truly believe that this is love because love to me is nothing else but layers of complete and utter respect for one another. Love is magical, romantic, platonic, fun, worrying, stressful, adventurous, heart-wrenching...Love is everything and anything, and that’s what makes me love it so much.