As English musician Newton Faulkner said, “Love. Love is a verb. Love is a doing word.”
Love isn’t the silencer of awkwardness after your girlfriend whispers those three magic words a bit prematurely.

Love isn’t an obligation you must fulfill just because you share a bloodline with someone. Love isn’t a burden on your shoulder at all times, reminding you to send her a dozen pink roses. Love is the action of all actions. Love is the verb.

It’s using your heart. It’s the little extra you put in front of ordinary. It’s about what you do.
Love is hugging your 60-year-old grandpa only seconds after he watched his mother descend slowly underground.

Love is giving your little brother the last bite of Cookie Dough ice cream, although you had intended to enjoy it all on your own.
Love is going to your friends’ volleyball game when you should be at home, finishing your Lit paper.

Chances are, you’ve loved something or someone before – or so you think. But did you really? Finding love is like finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow; you see the rainbow but you don’t go searching for the reward right away. But, eventually, you come upon the prize and you’re instantly overcome by heartwarming passion. You fall upon love more than you fall into it.

Either way, you’re happy. Love seems to open up the pearly gates to happiness. All you’ve got to do is squeeze tighter, smile wider, or wait longer, and happiness will follow closely behind.
Love is easy. It’s at every corner of your life, waiting to be embraced.
So get out there and love.