Undefined

Love???

hmm…

Is it odd

to ask, at this point in time,

what love is?

I feel like

that’s a question—

or maybe a feeling—

I should’ve already answered,

already experienced

back in adolescence…

(sigh)

ah…

who really knows?

I know

what really liking someone feels like.

I know

the pull—

the intensity,

the attraction

toward another person.

But even then…

I don’t dare

call that love.

To be caught up in a moment—

is that enough

to use such a strong word?

Of course,

I know the difference.

The love I have for my family—

when I say,

“I love you.”

But I know

that is not the same

as loving someone else.

I’ve heard the stories.

“I loved him.”

“I thought he loved me.”

And I sit there,

in my own head,

thinking—

was it, though?

Don’t misunderstand me…

I’ve had my share

of pain,

tears,

and “drama.”

I always say

I won’t go through that again.

But what I think is—

I thought

we liked each other.

Not loved.

Again, no judgment…

I’m in no position—

believe me.

I always thought

love would be simple—

like a puzzle.

Two people

just… fit.

Understanding each other

without effort.

Just being themselves

and somehow

bringing out the best

in each other.

Maybe that’s why

people keep telling me—

“It’ll happen

when you least expect it.”

tbh…

I don’t really like that saying.

I’d like to think

I have some idea of it—

but most of what I know

comes from things I’ve read.

Stories.

Movies.

Manga.

Anime.

Things that aren’t always

real.

So maybe…

For now—

I’ll leave it there.

I guess…

it’ll happen

when I least expect it.