What is love?

What is love?

Love is this bold, genuine, and pure feeling that I will never be able to express through words. Love is what keeps us going, it represents our motivation to pursue our dreams and to follow our hearts.

To have the propensity to love is one of the most valuable powers you can be gifted with because ultimately, love is what brings us together as human beings.

Love is when your happiness becomes your significant other's happiness or when you're never to busy for your other half. It is that unspeakable feeling you encounter when you look into someone's eyes and the only apprehensions left for you to experience are goosebumps.

But most importantly, for me, the best way I can describe love as, is YOU.

Imagine this 18-year-old rebellious boy, running around God knows what, chasing the stars and aspiring to become this undefined "thing" outlined by anything but the disseminated standards. That was me. Always eating lunch in the corner of the dining hall while reading the most underrated fiction books you could find on the highest shelves in the school's library.

Hyperactive and fearless were the two most usual words people used to describe me with. I was not even close to that idealistically pictured senior that girls appreciated and I was always deemed "weird" for my uncommon perceptions. I was not expected to show up at any young lady's door to ask her to go to the prom with me, but instead, I was expected to be that boy sitting alone in the school's yard reading my favorite Scott Sigler book while everyone else was attending their last high school dance.

I was waiting for anything new and revolutionary but not for change. I was pleased with the person I had then become. I did not care about the others' opinions, even though I was on the top of their "gossips list". I was just being myself, and `I was proud of that. I never looked for validation from anyone and I was never interested in becoming suitable for the "mass".

Because of my attitude and because of my personality I never thought I would have been accepted in anyone's life as their soulmate. But I got through with that, to the point where being a loner did not hurt anymore. I will never deny the fact that I needed that female presence in my life and that I wanted what for the others seemed so easy to get. I needed that support my father had from my mother and in need of that trust, my grandmother had in my grandfather. But I was not aware of the fact that those were my needs because I considered them fantasies that the human race had created in order to paint the pretty picture of a relationship. I did not believe in those things, at least not under those circumstances.

But my approach to accepting myself as a "loner" did not last for too long.

It was that exact moment I was talking about earlier- me reading while the others were having fun- when I saw you. This really beautifully tailored dress with white details was covering your slim-fit body while you exited the school in tears. You sat down on the grass and started to enhance your crying. Dozens of people came out to look for you and when I saw the disgust on your face the only thing I could think about was grabbing you out of the crowd. Up to that point, I had never dared to talk to you because you had the reputation of the smartest and most beautiful girl in school, with whom I could never establish an acquaintance. Though, I was sure of one thing: you did not want to be there. Additionally, that led to my conclusion: we had one thing in common.

So there I was, dragging you out of that considerable mess when I looked down at you and I said:,, Come with me!". We hopped into my car and the first thing you said to me was:,, Is my makeup ruined?". I laughed, even though mascara seemed to have become the foundation on your face.

I was surprised to find out that you knew who I was and that you considered me an example because of what I was expressing through my behavior. You explained how your sadness was the consequence of your boyfriend betraying you, and we talked for hours while driving around the city. We "clicked". It was faith.

I took you home at about 5 a.m. and you got out of my car by saying,, This was the best prom ever", even though we had only spent 30 minutes back at the party. Driving back home, I had this feeling that my period of being a "loner" was going to end. It was all so spontaneous and unexpected but I knew that was the start of "something". It was the beginning of that "new" I was waiting for and it was the beginning of us.

Fast forward 15 years later, here we are again, in front of your house, where it all started. I am carrying my favorite Scott Sigler book and you are wearing the same dress with white detailing. You gave me the support my dad had from my mom and you trusted me like my grandma trusted my grandpa. You accepted me as I accepted myself and you believed in me as I believed in myself. You became the person in whose eyes I will always look to get lost in a beautiful universe filled with happiness, where time is immeasurable. Throughout all of these 15 years, you had never given up on me and I had never given up on you.

Although we are still in this roller coaster we had hopped on together, let's just press pause on the rest and focus on my following question:

,, The smartest and most beautiful girl in school, WILL YOU MARRY ME?"