I’ve been online the whole day and as I was searching things on Google, an ad caught my attention. It says, What Is Love?
I mean, c’mon! It’s love! It’s universal. It could be quoted by some famous people and phew, done! That time I was thinking of things but yet, I cannot find words to describe what love is.
If you’re a reader of this blog, you’ll know what I’m talking about. I’ve had articles about my recent dramas and I know it’s starting to be a cliché. I still don’t know if what I felt for the past months is love. Love. I’m scared to that word. Even the sound of it disgusts me.
Maybe I’m still trying to figure out what that means to me. Since it is very much rare for me to invest love to people, I find it hard to realize if what I felt was something genuine. What to do? What to do?
Is it love if you feel funny whenever he’s around? Is it love when you become somebody new when he’s talking to you like you know everything and you become interested in anything around the globe as long as he wanted to talk about it? Is it love when you think about him before sleeping, dreams about him and wake up still having him on your head? Is it love when you feel happy that he achieved something he’s been dreaming about the whole time? Is it love when you advice him of the things he have to do for somebody he loves and you know it’ s not you?
Is it love when you try to ignore him because you know that reality is harsh? Is it love when you are happy yet you are sad at the same time?