So many people ask me, "What's love?" I sit and think and I don't know what to say. What is love? How do we know if we really love someone until the end. So I sat down got a piece of paper out and I started writing about love. Love is different, kind, weird, horrible, magical, and hard. Love is something you have to have everyday to survive. People talk love for granite everyday because they know forever they will have it, but soon you will start loosing it. This is what love is to me, now here is a question for you. What does love mean to you?