I don’t really know what love is. The more I try to bind it in words, the more indescribable it gets…
Does love mean hoping and waiting patiently for years and years, just to meet a person someone once?
Is it walking side by side on the streets, noticing how uncomfortable that spark of electricity between the two of you has grown to be?
Or is it just pretending to look in some other direction, just to watch and admire all the graceful moves the person makes?
Is it the blush that makes your ears turn red when your hands touch accidentally, or the hurriedly uttered apology made just to fill out the awkward silence?
Is it the warmth that swells inside your heart when you see the one looking and smiling at you?
Is love hiding your dumb grin and the moisture in your eyes, so that the person does not come to know what you feel??
Is love the distress that makes your life hell, when you realize that the one with you has to go and can’t stay with you forever, or is it the silent cry that urges you to hold the other one tightly and never let them go?
Is it the hopelessness that engulfs you when you watch the one disappear slowly, saying goodbye?
Or is it the denial you make when your heart silently answers the above questions affirmatively?
I don’t really know. Maybe i’ll understand someday.