"I don't think I know what the definition of love is."
"Well you know in your heart when you love somebody."
"But it's not in your heart, it's uh, love's on your tongue; it's a word, that's all."
Not too long ago I wrote about a guy that doesn't say "I love you." I write about the term like that is all it is, a word; I try, bit by bit, to define it. Love has a lot of meaning, so they say. Does that mean when found in a dictionary it should have a nearly infinite number of definitions? 1:. 2:. 3:....It should. And then again, it shouldn't be found there in the first place:
______: [ luv ] n. 1 a feeling. 2 the feeling of pure happiness. 3 a label I wish to displace.
I watched this film recently, "The United States of Leland," another film about another one of those teenagers that over think. The beginning of a conversation between Leland, the teen, and his parole officer, a writer, quoted above caught my attention and reminded me about my short neglect for this blog. This is special post number five. But it isn't meant to further define "love." Instead, its intention is to affirm that all love really is, is a word.
(Also, if you're a fan of any of the films I've referenced before, you will most likely want to check this one out too. Young Jena Malone and young Ryan Gosling star as the troubled youth. Like me, like you.)