If somebody asked you to describe the color red to a blind person without using other colors, do you think you could? If you said yes then congratulations, you're a wizard. If you couldn't, though, don't worry there's nothing wrong with you. Most people have trouble doing it.

We're not even 100 percent sure that everyone sees colors the same, and just like colors emotions probably vary from person to person in terms of how we feel them, and they can be just as hard to describe. They're complex. They're living breathing things that can change from person to person based on their outlook on life or past experiences.

Surely we could try though, right? OK, let's start with... sadness.

Being sad almost feels like it's raining. Not the calming rain you can hear softly hitting the window, rather the heavy rain that pulls the leaves from the trees. Sadness can feel almost like being lost in the grocery store not being able to find your mom.

That wasn't too hard, looks like I'm pretty good at this! OK, what about happiness?

I would describe happiness like being at home. A feeling of ease, contentment, even. Maybe brought up because of a good movie, or maybe someone complimented your shoes that morning, or just from hearing a song that you love. But then that begs the question: what does love feel like?

Love. Maybe one of the most complex emotions we can experience. So why don't we try to describe love, then?

I could try. I could draw analogies to things everyone knows to illuminate exactly what "love" feels like to me. I know I can do it, but should I do it?

So why shouldn't we try to describe love, then? Maybe it's that it can be brought out by almost anything. Think about something or someone you love; maybe your significant other, a pet, or that pizza you had last Tuesday. We all have at least a few things we truly love. And surely we don't feel the exact same feelings inside when we think about our mother or sibling that we feel when we think of our SO (at least I hope not).

Believe me when I say I've certainly tried to put it into words. I would try to think of every emotion I could compare it to to describe it, but in the end I was always left feeling like it wasn't enough. That I wasn't doing it, or the person I was describing it to, any justice. I was always left just short of where the feeling actually was.

Then as time went on I always heard the words "there aren't words to describe how I feel for you," more and more. I couldn't help but agree with the people that had said it. I could never find the right words to describe exactly how I felt about the person I loved. And until recently I thought that that was it. There were no words for it, that it would always linger just out of reach.

Until I came to the question posed earlier: even if I can, does that mean I should? I thought that I would finally crack the code, find the words and feelings I could finally use to describe love. I just needed more time, more experience with this think called love but after a while I simply gave up. It just couldn't be done. It wasn't until after I had lost my way to the destination I desired that I had found exactly what it was I was looking for.

I figured out that maybe the beautiful thing about love is that it comes in so many different forms. None of which we can describe. And that's what makes it special, what makes it so much more special than other emotions like sadness or happiness.

I felt that love was better off staying a mystery. Love was different than anything else that I had ever felt. It was a much more profound a concept to me if I left it the way it was.

So I left it at that. Never again would I do it such a disservice as to fall short of it with words and decided that it was actions rather than words that made love special.

We're not meant to simply tell people (or that pizza from last Tuesday) that we love them. We have to show it. Show it with how we look at them, with how we talk to them, how we act towards them. Even if the things we do to show it are simple gestures, they will still do more than any words could ever do.

In a way love is the embodiment of the idea that actions do speak louder than words.