Love means a thousand things. Every person has a different concept about love and mine happened to be you.
Sounds cheesy, huh? Well, today is some kind of a special day for me, with a roller-coaster mood, roller-coaster mind and thoughts running inside my head. I wanna write this in two language, English and Bahasa, so that I can say the cheesy part in English so it won't be any cheesier than if I write it in Bahasa. LOL.
Love. 4 characters. A word, but could means a thousand things. People love talking about love. They say love is a wonderful thing, love is something you need to conquer the world, love hurts, love makes you crazy, and et cetera. Even the extreme one, love doesn't exist. Does it?
For me, love exists. It comes in many form that may be hard for some people to realize that it's love. Love itself is a complicated one, and falling in love is another thing too, almost as complicated as the mother.
Falling in love. Most people have fallen in love at least once in their life. Until the very moment, I think I've only fallen in love twice. The first one, my first love, and this is my second one. Even I've been into several relationship before, but I guess what I've been experiencing lately is what love should feel like and really is, in the context of romantic love.
Love is when you're dying wanting to see him everyday and every second.
Love is when you're willing to do anything for him, just to make him smile and happy.
Love is when you really listen to him to understand him more and more.
Love is when you never look down on his weakness.
Love is when you work together with him to become a better person.
Love is when you can't control your heartbeat every time he's around.
Love is all the crazy feeling you get whenever you meet him.
Love is when you wanna be the best for him.
Love is when you really wanna touch him but you don't because you treasure him so much.
Love is when you just wanna spend the time together with him, doing anything, even just sitting around without talking.
Love is taking care of him.
Love is worrying about him more than you worry about yourself.
Love is all the fuzzy feelings you get when you know he's sick.
Love is when he's happy and you feel happier than him.
Oh my God. I sound like a 14-years-old-girl falling in puppy love for the first time. And as I read those sentences, I realize that it's not the real love. Adults and mature-enough people will say that the way I defined love is just too naive. Love is not as simple as that. It's complicated and I know it. It may cause you pain because all the expectations you have. It may cause you sleep deprivation because all you can do at night is wondering and thinking about him, consciously yet unconsciously.
Perhaps what I'm feeling right now is that kind of love, puppy love.
The feeling I have right now really cause me pain.
Call me hyperbolic, but this kind of feeling put me in agony.
I love the feeling, yet hate the feeling.