Love...kinda

What is love?

This is the question that has haunted my every thought for the past two months of my existence.
This is the question that has kept me awake, night, and after awful night, and tormented my soul in ways I could never have conceived possible.

A year ago, I would have defined love as a fuzzy feeling inside, something sweet and wonderful, something amazing. Now, my views have been altered against my will.

So, I have decided to warn whom ever should happen to read this, in hopes that I prevent at least one heart from receiving the same scars as mine.
What is your definition of love?
Who do you think of when the word love, is brought to mind? If you see a face, hear a voice, remember a time with a person...then I urge to stop, and never feel the way you are feeling right now again. One of the greatest hazards in life, in my opinion, is define love based on the way you feel towards one person. Because, if that is what you do, you are on a beautiful, sunny, road to a dark dismal place.
I encourage you to realize that love is defined not by chick flicks, and cheesy love songs. Not by the mass media and what they want you to believe. But is rather defined more simply, by a man on a cross. The shallow love that YOU could feel towards another human on your own is pitiful and sad. No matter how much you love someone, on your own, you will always break their heart if you do not realize that true love comes from the one who grants you every breath.

That is what I have learned...in the past few months. Its thoughts like these that consume my mind daily.
For a while I lived only in the past, looking to memories to make me cry, scream, feel anything. But I quickly realized that any love I once possessed has been destroyed because it was not returned with the same honesty with which it was given. Do I regret falling in love? No, not at all. I only regret letting a single human person be my only definition of love. It was my fault, that my heart was broken. I was too fragile, I was too scared, I was standing on the edge of a cliff, it took almost nothing to push me off.
I have learned my lesson. And never again will expect someone to love me apart from the love of Christ.