Since I’m still reeling from the whirlwind of the wedding, I have decided to wait before I post those thoughts/experiences.

However, since I can’t very well not post anything after such an amazing experience, I’m going to share a sentiment I shared with a fellow blogger about a year ago. She was blogging about love (of course) and inquired as to how others see love.

This was my reply:

I see love as a verb in a very literal sense. A verb is: The part of speech that expresses existence, action, or occurrence in most languages. I tend to stray from the belief that love is a noun, that it’s some “thing” out there that some people are striving to obtain or for others, a “thing” that pounces on them when they’re least expecting it.

I see love as the experience. It’s not the journey but the way of traveling.

Love is a verb.