How can you say that you are head over heels in love? How can you say if you are willing to go through everything with it? How can you say you have loved?
Is it when you see him walk towards your path and your heart suddenly raises its common beat?
Is it when you become sad when you know that there is someone for him yet it's not you?
Is it when you daydream and doodle his name sometime when you shouldn't?
Is it when you wish in the very first star you see at night about him and you and a happy life?
Is it when you stay up all night waiting for his littlest presence or googling him?
Is it when you become absolutely happy in the littlest contact with him?
Is it when you're eye catches his every move without you noticing it?
Is it when you try to get his attention in the littlest ways?
Is it when you dream of him with you forever?
Is it when you feel so overwhelmed to write poems whenever you think about him?
Is it when you shiver yet you feel warm when you are around him?
Is it when you stay when you could be somewhere else just to be with him?
Or is it when you run away and bring yourself back to pieces, to reality?
Is it when you talk with him hours and hours and you try to come up with a topic and not to make the conversation dead?
Or is it when you hold back hesitating whether to talk to him or not?
How can we say that it is pure love not merely attraction?
Is love real when you simply love him one-sidedly, even though you don't know him all throughout?
Or does love only become real when you know who he is, and you love his good and bad sides?
Can love be love if only you are holding on, loving him?
Or is it simply when you love each other that it becomes love?
Love is something no one can explain. Love is very broad. Love is something we should know of, yet we can't. It's one of the things we are not bound to know perfectly. It is broad yet narrow. It makes us intelligent yet dumb. We understand love as love but merely its definition.
Yet how can we say if it is real, isn't it just surreal to rely on our feelings? For we are just humans who are bound to make mistakes, right?
It's like an outcast to reality. It's an exception to the rule.
We go inside a world where there are no limits. As long as we cling on to that feeling, may it be requited or not, may it be one-sided or not, may it be fantasy or not, we feel happy. We feel how it is to truly live, how to truly smile. Within that world, everything is possible. As long as that strength exists, no one, nothing can destroy it.
I guess that's love. Right?
