Love is a very weird thing. There are so many different forms of it that we, as mere mortals, can never hope to experience all of them. Love for your parents, your siblings, your spouse, your friends- all these forms are so similar, and yet so different.
Love for parents is perhaps combined with respect and a little desire to rebel. Love for a younger sibling is accompanied by protectiveness and the feeling that you would destroy the world if something ever happens to hurt your little sis/bro (yes B., I would). Love for an older sibling brings a strong sense of protection; that no matter what happens, your big bro/sis will always protect you, be there for you, pamper you when you want to feel like a kid again. Love for a spouse I need not elaborate. Love for a friend binds you in a sort of brotherhood/sisterhood, where you can be yourself in someone’s company and know that they know that they need not pretend to be someone else in yours.
Of all forms of love, there is one that is the purest, and that has the capacity of giving you everlasting joy. In fact, any of the common forms or all of them can (and ultimately, should) be upgraded to it. It is the ultimate Love. Love in its most distilled form. It is the love that does not ask for anything in return for loving. It is happy & self-satisfied in itself. It does not seek promises; it does not want rewards or any sort of gratification. It is content with just the feeling of euphoria that the heart feels in love, and this contentedness, in fact, makes it even more euphoric.
I remember a time when I actually felt that way. But I lost the purity of that love. So I wish the best for all those who are lucky enough to feel this way about someone, and hope that someday I will also feel that love again.
