i love you

Easily one of the most abused phrases in the english language.

People can love something for many different reasons, you love your mother, you can love a dish of your favorite food, a family pet or even a band. how can such a versitile word be used to describe another human thta you care for immenaly? How could you even compare the love of your life to a song or a chien? It doesn't make much sense to me.
Love can be an emotion to describe "feeling deep affection or passion for (a person, idea, occupation, etc.); enamored of" be such a wide statement. As much as love is an easy emotion, it comes with almost no warning, you can't stop yourself from loving or caring for someone. Nor can you help having the feeling placed onto you. Such a serious word with so many descriptions.

How many times can you love? Is there room in a heart for more than one person? Is love an easy fix or a hard ending? Its really hard to say. But from what I gather, love is one of the most terrible and amazing feelings. Its seen me at my best and my worse. Felt me lift off the air in joy and hit the ground it tears crying til it hurt to breath. Its made my chest feel so heavy and full that I thought I would surely feel this way forever and also made me feel so incrediable empty and sad that I swore it would be the death of me. So it seems apparent that although I have no idea what love is, and cannot begin to describe or feel half of the things I feel should come along with it. How is it fare for me to claim such a huge title or stick it to another?

It doesn't make much sense that's for sure, but from what I know and what I can take from it, its not a word or phrase you can break down to bare meanings. Noone can ever love one how they've loved another and its never the same for two people. The best I can do to keep up is sit tight,hold on and hope this isn't another plumit to the bottom.

Who's to say forsure what this is or what it means to you? All I know is that word has a lot into it. And I'm willing to spend it all on you

Conclution: The simplest things in life seem to always be the most complicated.

(This is a glimpse into some of the things I ponder on the way home from work on the metro, when I'm not reading.)