Love. Let me tell you what it means to me. Haven't done that before. :)

I love my neighbors dog, even if he is the most annoying creature I have ever seen. I always feel like scratching him. I love the way corn grows around our house, making it like an island. I love to hug people I just met. And the ones I have seen before. All the time. It is such a warm thing.. I love walking with bare feet. Such a good feeling, nothing like it. I definitely still love all my EXs. Taboo topic, I know. But how can I just stop loving a girl? Or a guy for that matter. The definition of my love has changed, but that is all. Thinking about any of them makes me smile. I love my dad. He is what he is, but I still love him. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. I love whoever feeds me. Even if I do it myself. :) I love God. Evolution would never produce love. It wouldn't be necessary. Just instincts would work. I love my home country. I love all the weird nerdy people living all over the world. So much fun. I love artists, how they leave a piece of themselves in their creations. It is so incredible.. I love second-hand shops. So much character.. I love expressions. I love how the keys I type on feel on my fingertips. I love how each day I can look towards. Something new, something awesome. I love uncertainties. Possibilities. Future. Past. Torn jeans. Bitten nails. Homeless people. Astronauts. Gardeners.. haha. I can't stop.

You might be thinking funny thoughts now. Don't stop. haha. Just know, that my love is as imperfect as yours is. I can't seem to be able to make people I care about most happy. But then again, am I really egoistic enough to think I can make anyone happy by myself? If yes, do I want to? Do I want to be the sole person responsible for happiness?

Kinda funny. A lot of love talk. I am single too haha. In the standard meaning of the thing. Maybe now it isn't bound by one selfish version, making it hard to breathe for all the rest? Whatever it may be, it is awesome. Very awesome. In Iceland, Reykjavik. It is 5:30 in the morning and I am sitting alone in the big living room listening to a weird youtube playlist, all while typing a whole lot of positive things about love. I might need some professional help. I wonder when escort-services finish up.. haha.

Now go. Love somebody. Choose a fun way to do it. :)

Originally one blog thingie turned into two.