love me, love me not

I am not quite sure what is the meaning of love, anymore…

Corrections: I do not think I ever did, did i?

Sometimes, it made me wonder, whether the duration one is involved in a relationship reflects how much one understands one’s relationship. Or perhaps, if a person started being in a relationship from an earlier age, it makes them more experienced in relationships and therefore understands the meaning of love better. Perhaps more experienced beings have the advantages in having a better understanding of love. Perhaps, they would have better judgement and decisions. Having said that, in either way, I must have been very shallow indeed. Which can be confusing. A lost soul, needing that reassurance. The hand reaching out to an empty space, grasping.

Sometimes, I was told not to look too far into the future.

Have faith, he said.

Sometimes, I wonder how one can know if he or she is ‘THE ONE’.

How can one be sure that decisions made were not blinded by hot, passionate love.

Yet again, like they said, love is blind, isn’t it?

Sometimes, the shadows of our past comes clouding by,

Hauntingly pinch us at the corners of the heart,

And one cannot interpret the feelings and emotions back then,

Was that just stupidity or mere silliness?

Was there even love?

What is love?

Perhaps, some of us are still learning to love,..