What is Love?
What does it mean exactly? Is it when you are willing to give anything? Is it when you always want to spend your time together? Is it when you can be yourself without the fear that your love gonna be disappointed in you? Is it when you surrend everything you have and everything you are? The concept of "love" is too abstract for me. Barely grasp the idea of what it is. Throughout my 26 years of life, I thought I've met "love" I thought I've feel "love" I thought I knew "love" I thought I was "love" But, are they all real "love"? If it's the real "love", Why did it hurt? How can something that started so beautiful ended up wishing it was never there in the first place? Who is in the fault? "love" itself? Where did you put yourself between you and "love"? When exactly the "love" is not "love" anymore? What are you looking for in "love"? Now, I've come