What does the thing called love feel?
Another question is, what do I know about love anyway?
Perhaps, my own definition of love is always masked with sadness and heartbreak.Though I approached it with a cold stare, I never really learned to feel it, let alone develop it.
It's unbearable to hope that it can be reciprocated. It's frightening to watch how one gives that vulnerable part to that person, and the latter just walks and takes it away.
And why do people keep aiming for it? why do hopeless souls keep longing for it even though it leaves us with shattered hopes and dreams of what could have been?
Why do people repress and hide it, leaving that person never knowing that somebody felt it because of him?
They say, people make stupid things when they are in love.
Smart people tend to bring their guards down, and for once, letting that person come in and be a part of them.
Misunderstood fellows find somebody worth trusting for because once in their lives, they never felt alone.
When in love, you are vulnerable and defenseless.
But the question still remains,
What do I know about love?
