puzzled パ y.sh

love

one year later, i would finally recognise my feelings. but...what kind of feelings were they?

love?

no way.

gratitude?

but...it felt like the way people had described it as...love.
gosh, i really don't know. during this certain time, we were searching for a new house. mother was obsessed with the idea of a new home, and would convince us to drive all over the place. though, in the end, all of the hours in the car went to waste to everyone except for me. i had the chance to consider if i liked you of not...which i probably did.

until this day, i'm still not certain on what love really is.

it's a word.
it's a feeling.
it's an expression.
it's also a label.
but most importantly, it's complicated.