Scattered glass beads

Somehow the term 'love' has been appearing and reappearing, time and again in my life this year.
For some reason, I'm always chancing upon it.

For some reason, it's there wherever I am, whoever it is that I am with, and whatever it is that I am doing.

It's such a strange term--- Not exactly thought about and not ever really taken into consideration, it always comes as shock when questions about it pop up.

"How do you find true love?"

"Have you ever wondered.. Why do we love?"

"Sometimes the feelings between friends.. Is a type of love."


The answers you gave in the moment were always too shallow.

The answers you truly would have given would always pop up days after, and you would wait in anticipation to break it to the other party.

You sometimes wish you thought quickly about things,
But jumping to conclusions ain't your forte and it just doesn't come naturally as quick

Concepts like 'love' are abstract like everything else,
But you honestly have never wondered as much about it
Or you have, but never dwelled on it for long.

Other than family and friendship,
The concept of love itself
Be it in the familial sense, between friends, or romantically speaking

Has never really played a key role in the way your dictionary functions.

You never used to describe things as stuff you 'loved'.

It was always a 'like', for feelings of attraction were denoted by the term,
And it would be forgivable if it turned out to be fickle or unreliable

If it were to change,
One wouldn't feel bad
One wouldn't be scared

Because it is shallow,
It is unfaithful.

Not to be trusted
And unbelievably out of reach-

That was what 'like' meant.

And now,

'Love'.


.
I wish I had answers
But I don't really.

I need my family and they need me.
I like my friends but they can always leave.
There aren't that many of them
For I'm always pushing
And they're always leaving
Except for one.


None of it is trustworthy

So how should I 'Love'?

.

But now, it feels like I do.

I do love,
And I do like.

I love life,

And I love you.

Even if we haven't gotten that close yet
And even if you will leave regardless.

Perhaps, 'love' has always been present
And I never really paid attention to it.

Family is more than ties
Friends are more than connections
Hobbies are more than interests
Life is more than a series of emotions and events

And we are all more than it all.

We inspire love.
We create it.

Therefore, we crave it.

Is that so?