“The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.”I disagree. I think there isn’t a need for more than a word for love. Love is beauty. Love is sadness. Love agonises. Love blesses. The word “love” is, in itself, more than a word. Because when I say I love you, it doesn’t just mean that. It means I adore you. It means I miss you when you’re not around. It means that I laugh when you laugh. It means that when you’re feeling sad, I’ll here for you. It means that when I kiss you good night, I hope that it would make you sleep better. It means that every time we go on a date, I’ll hold your hands proudly to show everyone that you’re my love. It means that when I bid you farewell after the date, it really isn’t because you’ll still be on my mind. It means that you’re the most beautiful in my world and I don’t really need or want another. There’s no need for another word. This precious one word, the bests of gifts to give to someone whom you love, is enough. For with it comes everything else, every 51 other “words” and more.
David in reply to Magaret Atwood (via eletheowl)
