Love

What is love? Is it caring for someone so much that it doesn't matter if you get hurt in doing so? Or it has something to do with the way you express your feelings. Or is it just promising that someone to live forever by their side no matter what? Or is it sharing the same beliefs, or is it just sharing the same interests? Maybe it is the tiniest of details that you remember about them, or maybe it is how you describe them or how they make you feel when you are together. Is love just getting physical with someone, or is it to understand each other no matter how far apart you are? Is it when you feel the butterflies in your stomach after you see them, or is it when you get hurt when they are hurting? Is it when you lower your gaze with respect when you see them, or is it when you flirt intentionally just to get to know them? Is it when you celebrate an anniversary for each completed month of your relationship, or is it when you remember their birthday without mistake? Is it when you call out their name in your sleep while you dream about them?

Lost in the dream, thinking that it is real, shaken out of it only when you see a deformity arise from the subconscious memories of your surroundings, overlapping each other just like different colors creating a new one, sometimes so unbearable that you get crushed under the weight of the abomination created, finally exhausted, the dream slipping away into oblivion and then the thick, warm and cozy blanket of sleep which covered you, now gently leaving your body, the same way it had entered to help you rest and escape from all the mediocrities of life, to make you the observer of a world known only to you, a world in your reach yet far from your control, a world for which you could create experiences but not manipulate it. When sleep goes away, it leaves you to your love, your love for the world, for the things and people in it, irrespective of the intensity of it.

(If you came here looking for answers, then I might disappoint you. Because there isn't a perfect answer to these questions. It depends individually on each of us based on the experiences we've had, our surroundings, and what we have learned and perceived from them.)

Because to find love is to find life.