Why Love?

"Imagine meeting someone who wanted to learn your past, not to punish you, but to understand how you needed to be loved" it read.

Aren't we then looking for love in the wrong places?

If love was this easy, people wouldn't be called creeps for trying to love someone. Love is complicated, it's physical, emotional, and mental. If one's unavailable in either one of these departments they risk losing love.

It always starts with curiosity, then attraction, and slowly turns into affection, and eventually attachments. In this world, there's no such thing as Love left anymore. Everyone plays it like it's a game of Uno, where the cards are drawn at random and your ability to play is influenced by multiple factors and participating players.

Love is not chess anymore, where it's only two players playing.

It's funny how some would just refuse to play out the fear of defeat, while some would just play anyway.

One's love for objects is much easier to define. These objects bring them joy and peace, they hold a deeper meaning, and therefore they are cherished. Books, coffee, music, letters, and paper rings, each hold significance to the reader they belong to. They are symbols of love.

When my heart broke for the first time, I resented love. Lost in rage, I tried to push everyone away. Paired with the fact that I had no one to talk to.

Life sent a broken soul down my way, we connected and somehow we tried fixing each other's broken wings, she showed me what love truly meant. She showed me it's about a few kind gestures, being vulnerable, and that love isn't a sin but a boon.

Made me feel comfortable being myself. My best friend.

Soon disaster struck and I risked losing you, it felt like I actually did.

Chaos followed, I lost every last breath I held on to as I splashed my hands relentlessly in the unfamiliar waters. And then I died.

Last night when you called me back again, I was angry, you were the one who left me. But as it turns out you never left. I still missed you as much as you missed me. As I was sinking, I could only remember the worst memories of rejection and misunderstanding.

We didn't talk for months and still, we were just the same.

This is Love. The kind where I'll still hold on to you even if it burns me. The kind that I learned from you my Weeby; in a way you were my true blue.