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♥♥Kristin

Love: My Definition

Well, perhaps "definition" isn't quite the right word for what I'm about to say. It's more like my take on what it means to me. But that was a little long for a title.
So many people have so many different ways to define love, and I honestly think that there is no one true definition. There are as many definitions as there are people. Here's what Webster has to say:
Love: n. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. A feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection as for a parent, child or friend.

And here's what God has to say:

 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.⁸ Love never fails. (1 Corinthians 13:4-8a)

What is it to me? Love is feeling perfectly comfortable with that person. It's laughing so hard you have tears running down your face. It's the fluttering in your stomach when you catch a glimpse of their face when you're not expecting it. It's the quivery feeling you get at night when you can't sleep because they're on your mind and the quiet emptiness you feel right after they leave. It's long conversations about the things that really matter. Love is all of this and so much more, and what makes love so special is the fact that you can't possibly put all of it into words.

♥♥Kristin

Our Story

 A little bit of my story with him so far

     It's strange, but with many of the people that I am closest to, I can't quite put my finger on the moment when they stopped being an acquaintance and started to become so much more in my little life. I can remember the before, and I'm living in the after, but the middle is just a blur to me. It was the same with him. I can ever so vaguely remember the first day that he worked, and I can remember that I didn't really think he was anyone special. Just another new person who may only last a few months (how wrong I was). Everyone else seemed drawn to him and he formed many quick friendships with my coworkers, but for me I think it took a little longer. Quick friendships aren't usually my forte. I'm much to introverted for that. I can't remember much until a few months later when I remember him making a comment, something about how he liked working with me, and I remember that comment pretty much making my night, but I still didn't really make any connection. That was probably the beginning of our friendship, at least for me. Between that day (perhaps it was last January?) and this past summer, all I can really remember is talking and joking around at work and the occasional facebook conversation.
     I think this past summer is when I really started to consider the fact that he didn't feel like just a friend to me. Our group of friends at work began to do more things together, things like mini-golfing and going for ice cream and going to amusement parks. I began to pick apart the moments we spent together, trying to figure out if it was possible that he could be feeling any of the things that I was. Our friendship was growing, but I still didn't know if it had the potential to become anything more. I didn't really do much with these feelings I had for him, didn't tell anyone for fear it would get back to him, so I stuck to writing about them instead. Then, in August, the girl who I now consider to be one of my closest friends began to work with us. One day, completely nonchalantly, she asked me if I liked him. I was seriously taken aback, because I thought I'd been hiding it so well. It didn't take much prodding for me to admit it, and in the end it was a relief for another human being to know about it. The three of us (him, my best friend and me) had begun to hang out pretty regularly. She began telling me that she thought he liked me too, in fact that she was almost positive of it. I tried to brush this off, thinking she was just saying it to make me feel better. Not wanting to get my hopes up. Then about a month ago that wonderful girl sat the two of us down and said, though perhaps not in so many words, "You two like each other, and I'm sick of watching it."
     Once we both realized the truth, it didn't take long from there. It's been a little over a month now. He makes me smile every day. We're taking things slowly but we couldn't be happier. It makes me feel all mushy just writing this down. And wow, that was crazy long. I guess I just needed to write it all out. If you've made it this far, I commend you.
♥♥Kristin

A Happy Post

You may remember this letter, or this snippet, or the part of my new years post in which I mentioned a certain someone. Ever since I met him about a year and a half ago, we started to develop this great friendship. I discovered that we had a lot of things in common. We recommended books to each other. We fell in love with the same bands. Every day that we spent time together we'd make a new inside joke somehow. I felt like I could talk to him about pretty much anything. Soon enough I realized that the things I felt for him went beyond friendship. I didn't say anything, because if the feelings weren't mutual I didn't want to lose him as a friend. A few weeks ago, though, he admitted to feeling some of the same things about me. I had a hard time convincing myself that it was even true. It was, though. So far not much in our relationship has changed, but I'm happy to take things one day at a time and work things out slowly. For now, he makes me smile, and that's enough. So, that's the story of a boy and a girl and the proof that sometimes dreams do come true.
♥♥Kristin