What is love?

What do we do… If only life was less complicated, love was less frustrated. We could actually live a happy life.

But what if love is this fairy-tale? Yes I say fairy-tale instead of reality, because what is truly real? The butterflies roaming in my stomach when I’m about to see you, would that not be real? Just because we cannot see it?

If this is the case, how do we know if love is real, if we cannot physically see it, if we cannot touch it… if we cannot see the good and the bad parts of love. This black and white concept on what love is, it’s either good or bad…either present or not. Is it true? I mean I understand that you do get special cases where love is exactly what it supposed to be . . . On surface level, visible for everyone to see and evident enough for it to be felt. But what about the 60% cases where love is not black and white…it isn’t even a colour at that point… Love is more like a ball of different meshed colours, each representing a particular feeling, each representing the Ying & Yang of love…and essentially each colour needing and longing for each other, in order to survive the chaos of life.

Love is like that for me… Well, kind of.

After 28 years of living in this world, I can for certain say that I have no clue what to answer the question ‘What is love?’. Strangely, my soul wouldn’t be able to comprehend the confusion in this question. However, my soul could effortlessly demonstrate and depict what true love is, even though at this point I do have my doubts on whether this would be a true representation at all.

But, to her love would be the most expensive thing in this world that money could never buy . . . matter of fact nothing could ever buy love. Point. It would be the rarest thing that doesn’t even make any sense, but holding it would be like holding pure ecstasy in your palms, like touching the heavens or even embracing the golden sun…without ever burning. And that’s the love I strive for. Until my end.