Love love love. I love you, I love the color blue. I love life. What is love? If you look it up in the dictionary, Love is defined as an intense feeling of deep affection. Does intense even explain it always? sometimes, its just casual. like "omg, I love your shoes." or "OMG!!! I love that movie!!" and other times, its "I love you." or "hey little puppy, I love you too." 
The question I intend to address today is this: what makes you feel loved?
For me, Love is in the hugs my mom gives me after a hard day at school. Its in the time we spend watching Hallmark together, or trolling Pinterest for quilt ideas. Its the times my mom does my makeup because I'm too insecure to. Its in the hours we spend talking on long drivers, or singing as loud and off-key as possible to Crowder - or any other music. Its in the snuggling on the couch every night as we watch a show. Its in her eyes when she tells me she is proud of the woman I have become. Its in the way she cooks or cleans really quietly when I'm taking a nap. Its in the way she hurries to make frosting for my birthday cake, the tenderness in her voice when she wipes the tears off my face and tells me she wishes I didn't hurt. Its in the loud laughter that explodes from our mouths at the humor only we seem to have. Its in the way she takes care of me when I'm sick, or my leg is broken, or even if I just need taken care of. Its in the way she supports me and thinks about me, and does things she knows I would appreciate.
Love is in the way my brother is fiercely protective. Its in his dumb jokes when he knows I'm about to cry, its in the time we spend sitting on the dirt road by our house in the summer, pondering life and gazing at the stars. Its in his empty insults, and the pretend fights we have. its in his smile when I make him laugh, in the way he pretends to not let me have my way. Its in the times he messes up my hair, knowing it will make me laugh. its in his stupid nicknames for me, and the hours we spend riding bikes, being dumb. its in the inside jokes and inappropriate humor he seems to think is funny. Its in the way he is my best friend, and my brother at the same time. Its the way he feels no regret in just walking in my room and laying on the floor, even if I didn't give him permission to enter my room. Honestly, its most the time I spend with Jacob, because he is the best brother a girl could ask for. Even when he insults me for running weird.
Love is in the times my dad takes me out for fries and a milkshake at R&R because he knows I've had a long week, its in the moments he brags to people about how proud he is of me. Its in the times he makes me breakfast really early, or lets me pick what show we are going to watch. Its in the times he doesn't mention the smell of my nail polish, even though it gives him headaches. Its in the times he fixes my car, or just thinks of me and the perils of being a driver. Its in the winter tires he puts on for me, or the OSU Beavers sweatshirt and chocolate bar he gets me, because he knows how I love the Oregon Beavers. Its in the way he takes a special trip to Lewistion so I can get a camo jacket.
I feel loved when My sister spends time with me. We used to go on photo-shoots. Above is a picture form the most recent, taken last summer. The last night we had together before she went to San Fran for collage, we went on a photo-shoot, and afterwards, sat in my car listening to music. We ate an entire box of Vegan Ice Cream Bars that night. We just talked about life, how scary it was that she was moving on with her life, and laughed about stupid memories. When we were little, we were best friends. We gave each other haircuts and Madison used to run into my room yelling "baaabeeeee!" when I was new. We had walki-talki phones going from my room to hers so we could call each other. I modeled for her when she wanted to go on photo shoots. With Madison, I felt most loved spending time with her.
I have never had a romantic love in my life, but I have felt love. I am overwhelmed with love. I don't even have enough room to brush the top of all the love I feel. I still feel alone sometimes, but the point is, I know i have this love. I don't even have to be anything but Georgia for my family to love me. How do you feel loved? When do you feel loved? Its something I love thinking about. so what about you? Who are you when you're done being everyone else?
I know I LOVE you!!
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