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 to realize that love comes in many shapes and forms. The love that you experienced and will experience will always feel different. One doesn't make it "less" love. They're all love. 

Our past love will always be a part of who we are—the good and the bad. It's up to us whether to keep our previous love in our lives or focus on finding the next love out there, for the sake of our own future.

All we can do is have a little faith. Embrace and cherish the love that is meant to be.