What is love?

In the matters of love or rather relationships, I have always been unlucky. But who has been lucky in love? Is love what we believe it is? Is love being together? What is love? I guess we will never know. Because those we get their love interest are never worried for whatever the fuck is love. And those who don’t get love can’t find the answers. But I guess, love is necessary. It teaches you compassion and something, maybe.

I must be honest; I have been loved for a while and it was the best feelings in the world. I crave for it now. One gets to do all the stupid things when they are in love. I remember, one time I was at my girlfriend’s house when nobody was there, except obviously her, and suddenly her mom comes, and we were in the middle of the act. She gets in. Her mom saw us naked on the bed. And fell on the ground. I got out of the bed and dressed up and ran away. Like a crime I did, and I just flew the crime scene. It certainly didn’t feel right. But couldn’t do any other thing.

               Not exactly this, but yes one can do stupid things in love. And it's kind of the best thing about love. You forget Who you are, Where you are, or Who’s watching. Even on the road you can just be and do whatever you want. You want to stop the traffic? Go ahead. You want to kiss her? Go ahead. You want to hug her? Just do it. I miss this, to be honest.

              So, what is love? Honestly speaking, I don’t know what is love. Maybe its just a feeling. Maybe it’s just your hormones fucking your brains. Maybe it is doing best for the other person. Maybe it is getting jealous and all. Maybe it is to be together and when you are not, you just feel sad and miss them. Who knows, what is love.