What is love?

Baby, don't hurt me;

don't hurt me no more.

'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.'

- 8yrs old

'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'

- 4yrs old

'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.'

- 7yrs old

'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.'

- 6yrs old

'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'

- 4 yrs old

'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.'

- 7 yrs old

What an image. And that's exactly what it is - believe me, I've still got little stars coming out of me to this very day. I cant explain why, and that's what scares me the most. It's amazing how real these explanations are. Under their childish facade, each one has a deeper meaning. Something completely profound. To be honest, I myself dont know how to explain what love is - but each of these little kids knew exactly what it was to them. I feel wrong not knowing how to explain it. I think the problem is that my head is so fogged. Cluttered, even. I think we all need a break from reality, one that'll return us to our childish state of mind. Seems like that's when we know ourselves the best.