I'm passionate about love, for what can we hope to be in life without love? We'd have very little meaning in our lives without it. Have you everreally loved someone? Have you ever gone past the infatuation and puppy love? Almost all of us have experienced it by this time in our lives, though it often ends in annoyance, boredom, and, almost always, hatred of the other. I fear that the concept of love has been lost on many. I believe that it's something that should be respected, it should be honored. Instead, among these days, it's thrown around like a child would a ball.

Love is an amazing thing. When recognized, it can be an almost supernatural motivational force, kicking in your adrenal glands to perform super human feats. Love encompasses every range of emotion possible: anger, happiness, sadness, and everything in between. People have died in the name of love, and others have tried to find eternity for it.

It motivates people to do crazy things. People commit crimes for those of whom they love. Others exhibit the most ridiculous behavior for their loved ones, such as public displays that would otherwise leave others embarrassed to the ends of the earth. People have the will to endure the most excruciating pain as well, no matter how hopeless things may seem: as long as they believe that there is a chance that it will save someone they love. It is the driving force of millions of lives, past and present.

Love is one of the most universal feelings as well. Not only does almost every person understand the concept without actually experiencing it but almost anything can be the focus of love: An activity, a person, an item, or an ideal. Anyone can love anything, no matter whom, what, or why, and this is why it's so powerful. When people have something they love, they feel complete, and once they have it, they never want to let it go.

Once people have had a taste of love, so to speak, many want to experience it as often as possible. To be in somebody's company and just feel ultimately content, as if you could stay there forever, with them laying in your calm embrace. Your body just relaxes as if it were consciously waiting for this moment. As it does, your heart flutters as if it's in the exact moment and place it was meant to be, and when all of this happens, you feel like you're sighing in relief. You're so lost in the moment, though, that you don't even know if you're imagining it or really are sighing. This is what people strive for, what they need and desire, what people are obsessed with. They want to feel as if they belong, and can you blame them?

Love is meant to be felt by everyone. It's not some exclusive feeling between boyfriend and girlfriend, or whomever you may love. Those whom you love will love you in return. They give you support for whenever you may need it, and vice versa. Something such as unconditional love from a mother and brotherly love for a friend brings us all together and gives a satisfaction like no other. Although most guys may not admit it, many have best friends whom they would with through anything, even if they know they're wrong. This is love. Girls have their BFF's and their own tight knit group of friends. They go shopping and share gossip because they love and trust each other. Everyone has someone or something.

Do you have a friend whom you love dearly? it doesn't even have to be a person; the family pet perhaps? What comes to mind? I think of my friend Tim, who's now currently off in his basic training with the Army. He's as close to me as my real brother, if not more. He certainly feels like my brother. When I think about all the good times we've had together, I always feel happy. I miss him a lot as well, and it makes me feel down, knowing that I can't see him again until later this year, but no matter the time apart, or distance between, I have, for him, unconditional love. He is family to me.

Love is an ideal. It is not something can be told or explained. It must be felt: words can not even come close. Now though, as I sit here pondering the inadequacies of my descriptions, there is one thing i know full well.

Love is my passion. It reminds me of who I am and what I enjoy in life. It reminds me that I am still a good person, no matter what others may tell me, or how i am treated, and it reminds me of Tim, of Kirk, of Nick, of everyone who has ever been family to me. It reminds me of what is good in this world.

I ask, yet again, what comes to mind when you think of love? A single and final line from a poem once made me stop. "I am the one who has to hide what this world needs most... Love", and the more I played the line over in my mind, the more I thought of myself.

I have love for my friends, and for my enemies. For the people I've known and forgotten along the way, and for those whom I may never even meet. I have love for my real brother, for friends that are brothers, and anyone who's ever been close to me. I wish I could spread such a message without being treated and thought as a fool or faggot. I just wish there was a little bit more of it in the world. Lest we forget everything else in the end, remember Love.

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Once I heard someone ask, "why would you want to be gay? don't you want to be normal?"

So in a day and age where being "normal" means being hateful and misunderstanding, I'd endure any harassment to show who I truly am, and stick with my friends through thick and thin, no matter what. We give each other hope and strength, and it's this powerful will that holds us together, even in the hardest of times.