Today I stop and think about love. Love for family, love for friends, love for that special someone and love for self.
Today I look back…
looking back at my past just to find out that I don’t know anything about love.
A simple word with so much meaning behind it and yet being abuse, misunderstood and taken for granted. Growing up, I search for love.I care for them, making sure they are happy, worried sick about their welfare, making sure that they are fine, protect them from hurts and I do all this because I thought it was love.
Love of a brother, love of a son, love of a friend, and love of a man.
Then to realize that everything that I did was wrong.wrong to care, wrong to worried, wrong to be there for someone and most importantly wrong to love and hoping to be love back.
Today I look back and realize that all my life, I’ve been trying so hard to be love and that love is the only reason why I fight for tomorrow. Today I am confused to what love means. Why it is so wrong to love and wanting to be love back? What is love?
the love I once knew, and the love I once thought was the only reason to live is now the scariest word I ever known.