Love has been prevalent throughout life. In our species or another, it’s an inescapable sensation that captures us and freezes time. When I look at my wife, when I hear her laugh, when I see her smile or her eyes light up, time stops for me.

All my worries and insecurities melt away, as if they were never there to begin with. I remember vividly how my body froze the first time I saw her. I remember vividly how my heart skipped a beat the first time the sun caught her eyes. I remember the first time we made love, and the sensation of melding together into a timeless form.

I try to write her love letters often, I try to tell her every day in messages how amazing she is to me, years later. I try and I try, but the words never do justice to the intensity of the emotions that burst through me, or the spark in my heart that turned into a roaring blaze when our lips first met. The lengths I have gone to see her smile, to ensure she’s safe, to be able to come home at the end of the day to her or for her to hold me as I drift asleep. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

My time before her feels like a distant memory, like a chapter of another book that I’ve long since put down. She is the light of my life, and the fuel to my motivation. Her brightness outshines all other lights, and her touch is like life itself.

To me, love is timeless. It’s not something that can be simply captured in words, and as much as I’ve tried over the years, I feel like my efforts have only scratched the surface on the complexity and depth of love that surges through me. And to say love is to confine it to one thing, but it holds so many different forms and can be brought on by the simple fact of her existing.

Almost 7 years later and she still catches my breath when she looks into my eyes. Almost 7 years later and my heart still skips a beat when our lips brush. Almost 7 years later and I still feel an incredibly strong magnetisim to her touch. Almost 7 years later and my love has only grown daily into something even more complex and indescribable, and I have no doubt that as the rest of the days pass, that this too will only grow.

I’d like to hear what love means to you. I want to understand how it has captured you and what it compels inside of you that you never knew you had. I want to know that there’s love like this out there, because it should be a gift everyone feels in their life. Please tell me what you think love is, and what love has done for you, or to you. Please share so others may know. May love of this breadth come to you all.