My family and I just recently went to Enchanted Kingdom for my cousin's birthday. I made a rather peculiar analogy about love. But before that, what is love anyway? Mr. Webster states that love is a noun meaning a strong feeling of affection or devoted affection for or an attachment to something. Sure, that's right. But ask different people and you'll get different answers. So there's no really set definition for it.

For me, love is a ride. A rollercoaster, if you will. I'm sure most people have ridden a rollercoaster as much as they say that they have fallen in love. (Unless, you're one of those people who are absolutely afraid or rollercoasters like my Tita, but that's besides my point.) So, here's my analogy. The ride always starts slow making you anticipate when the rush will come. Every time you think that this is it, most likely, it isn't. So you relax a little and even start to enjoy the view, then all of the sudden your heart stops and your eyes widen as the ride goes berserk on you. After the initial shock of it all, you enjoy the rush and even start waving your arms in the air screaming and laughing. Your heart goes up and down and I just cannot describe the rest. All I know is that it feels wonderful.

After several loops that you already have looped and the twist and turns that you also twisted and turned, the ride slows down and eventually comes to a stop. You leave the cart almost immediately but you leave with a smile on your face. Kinda like love isn't it? You get to know each other, taking it slow then you become friends and at some point you start questioning your feelings towards each other. And it doesn't matter who makes the first move, because someone's going to make the move and bam! Love rush kicks in and you can't help but laugh and scream and wave your arms in the air because you're in love. Ahh…love is a wonderful thing. Your heart races and your knees melt as you think of the object of your affection. For awhile, you won't think of anything else but the two of you, happy and in love. There's the occasional I-want-to-barf moments and the stop-the-ride-I-beg-of-you times. But the rush will always take over and make everything all right. But just as the ride, it slows down and comes to an end. You might leave the cart smiling or crying. That's the beauty about it-love and rollercoasters. There's no real set definition or feeling towards it. It's always different for people. Some will want to ride it right away and some, never again. But whatever it is for you, whether you leave the ride smiling, crying or puking all over, the rush will always remain. It's a feeling you never forget. Sometimes, if you're lucky, the love rush won't ever end.