I've fallen in love for thousand times. For example: "This novel is great. I love it!", "Whoa. Andrew Garfield is so cute. I love him!", "I love hot chocolate!", "Real Madrid is my favorite football club! I love Real Madrid!", and this and that.
I've fallen in love with wrong person. I've fallen in love with right person on wrong time. I've fallen in love with wrong person on wrong time. I've fallen in love with him. I've fallen in love with her (It means something good. Something good about friendship. Swear, I'm not lesbian.), and I've fallen in love with myself.
But wait... What is love?
Love is beautiful yet painful. Love is the answer and love is the question too. Love is intangible. Love is like a bacon-- everyone loves bacon. Love is this. Love is that. Love is everything. Love is universal.
Love is built a friendship. Love is the pillar for friendship. Love works to weaken us too. We mistake sex for love. You can do sex with anyone, anytime, and anywhere. Love is not like that. Somebody told me about this:-
"Love is when two people are walking next to each other and all of sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don't know what happened."
Do you know the real secret of true happiness? It's love. Love makes man happy. There's love between children and parents, husband and wife, brother and sister, the teacher and the student, between us and God. Love is the storehouse of happiness. Love is supposed to be a beautiful moment. But there must be someone who do not even agree with "Love is beautiful". You know why? Because you are disappointed with love. You cannot blame love-- but you can blame your lover. Love is never wrong, but people do-- we do.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away." -- 1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Once I read a post about love. The writer wrote something about love. The writer said: Love is like driving. There are many rules you have to follow (Yep, I agree), and signs you have to look out for. There are ways to do it safely, and ways to endanger yourself and those around you. You've gotta satay on one side of the road, and know when to brake and when to accelerate. You can't break the rules, or someone will get hurt (When someone gets hurt, he/she will be disappointed with love). Love can get you to places. It carries you long distances, and protects you from outside elements. You can't drive without knowledge beforehand, the same is true of love.
Don't you agree, readers?
Love makes you sad. Love makes you happy. Love makes you laugh. Love makes you cry. Love makes you smile. Love makes you stay alive. Love makes you realise that there is no everlasting love between you and human (People will die at the end. There is no forever.) Love between you and God is an everlasting love (Nah, I believe in it). Love taught me how to love your parents, friends, people, your pet, and God without no reasons. Because when there are a thousand reasons, it is not even love. Love is like a thief and fart. It comes without telling you when it will come. Love makes it possible to live, enjoy the present moment. Without any worries about what was or what will be (Does it matter?). Love is a miraculous feeling.
Talking about love is like there is no 'The End'. But at the end. All I can say is-- love is weird and odd.
PS: Love is painful. Sometimes I hate people because I just love them so much. I just hate the fact that people change. And I'm afraid they will change.
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