We were sprawled across the armchairs—three of us, me and Mark and Lorelle—late one sophomore night on the 3rd vanReken lobby when I asked, “In one sentence, just one sentence, with no extra explanation, how would you define love?” and we all answered different ways.
Me: The willingness to kill, live, and die for something.
Mark: Coziness, comfortableness, and flourishing. To allow someone to experience that.
Lorelle: An infallible connection founded in strong emotion.
We might as well have been defining different words.