my first tattoo
1st Corinthians 13:4-8 4 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.
My very first tattoo was this bible verse down my neck. I made a conscious decision to permanently mark my body with the infamous love chapter of the bible. I sometimes forget the attributes of love but this verse reminds me whenever I do question love and the people whom I love or love me.
I am someone you would call a romantic.
Romantic [rəʊˈmæntɪk]
adj 1. a person who is romantic, as in being idealistic, amorous, or soulful
And for someone who was recently heartbroken, I wouldn’t be able to define love in it’s entirety but here is how I would define love.
Love is a feeling/action of compete utter submission to another person’s being.
To just back up a little bit first, love starts off with respect of that other person. You cannot love someone without respecting them first.
I knew I was in love with him when I trusted my heart with him. I knew that from that day forward, my heart belonged to another person and that wall that divided the two of us has collapsed and what ever happened next was out of my control.
The bible verse shares the attributes of true love but to feel love, to be in love, is an uncontrollable feeling/action that is completely impulsive.
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