People say love is an abstract thing...the substance of affection. Others say love is just the ability to show care and concern.. Some others doubt the total existence of love in itself. Certainly not I.
I've found love, not "loves", but love.
How do I know? Well I've lost this love and as sad as it may sound, someone else found this love...which was mine.
Where did I go wrong? Where did I fail? What can I take to ease me out of this pain? Questions only the sincerity of the human soul can answer. But in this case, I'd rather not think about my unfortunates, than to live in the dim light of the past.
Love is real. True, genuine, love is real.
