I found myself finding what's the real meaning of love. But how to find? Where should I start finding it?
Questions. Questions. Questions everywhere.
One day, I found myself happy with a guy. Found my self waiting for him to call. Found my self waiting for his message. Found my self ruined when he's not around.
And then I found it. I'm inlove. Is this love? I guess so. Then I already know what is love.
But then, how can he hurt me? How can this be so painful? How can I be in this pain? Where did this start?
If this is love, how be this love so painful then? Is this really love?
Then it was really love.
Love is happiness yet it is painful.
Love can make you whole yet can make you broken.
That was love is.
