"I Wanna Call It Love..."

"Love"...hah. Such a subject so debatable to anyone it may come across. Truly, how does one know he or she is in this "love"? Such a question was one I have searched for as long as I have remembered. Through experience as a subject and maybe even "victim" to cupid's arrow, I think that point of epiphany has been realized. In such a concept, the word "love" is used throughout our society as a common word. Almost as such that I believe that the meaning has been degraded over time. Heard in music, media, culture...whatever you can name. However, finding what "love" truly means is by interpretation of the individual. Though put into a common placeholder use, "love" is, by no means, a simple concept. It took 17 years of my life to just even find the slightest taste of that blissful and heavenly emotion. As if every action, decision, consequence, etc... taken in this lifetime was just a preparation to finding it. I believe that "love" is not just one single object in its entirely,but more so as it is encountered.
Seen as highly significant to finding what the meaning is, a parents' "love" seems to know no bounds. A parents' "love' for their child impresses upon the traits of affection, protection, that sense of pride, and such an everlasting commitment that regardless of any issue, a parent will do all they can for their child. In this dedication, you may or may not realize the importance of this. One may go through their entire life and not understand how much they are really loved. The way a child is to parents is not just only because you are their child and they HAVE to care for you, no. Literally, you were a part of both of them and the culmination of that bond. There is a connection, that living bond between you and them that no one else can have.
Finding "love" is honestly a complicated search. Such a journey is always of questionable length with many "roadsigns" telling you your destination is close. Truly one may never know at times. How one would realize when "love" is imminently "in the air" is completely by their own realization. Honestly, I did not think I was ready for such a feeling. Fear of not knowing where it would be or knowing when it would happen was in part to the reluctance. I formally and naively believed "love" was simply that highest point of feelings towards an individual. Now I can see why. Now...today...months ago...since this time I've been with this wonderful, beautiful, intimate, thoughtful, blissful...perfect...woman named Angelica Margallo Patron, I found that every requiring, necessary concept to say I was in "love" was all that I have felt towards her. A dedication to her alone, an everlasting commitment towards her, a full and complete trust in her, the assurance that you can be open (intimate or not), that constant yearn for her presence, not for physical reasons, but more so that you can just be right by her side; finding that reason to always fight for her, and finding that you can be genuinely happy with her. Just to name a few, there is so much more to say though those traits can suffice. Through all this time I spent finding "love" the irony of it was that it was in front of me the whole time, too bad it took me a while to realize that.
I love you, Angelica Margallo Patron. So surely, devotedly, dearly and lovingly do I say so. Regardless of whatever hardship time my induce upon us, I am entirely dedicated to you and I pray, God willing, I can spend the rest of my time on this world and the next with you.

Because babe: " I think we've got something special
Girl, you and me together will take over the world
You know I love you
I need your soul
So happy I just want to let everybody know
Know I need you baby, I love you"