Love?

We live in a world where love is about bodies slammed upon bodies. In this era of social media, love is tagging each other on pictures, love is about sending each other memes, laughing at cute animal videos, watching movies together. Love is about stripping naked, undressing each other and dive right into the bed and touching each other beneath the covers. Love is about going on fancy dinners while each others' faces are lit up from the lights of the never ending Instagram feed on our smartphones. Love is sending snaps, posts, stories, texts back and forth. Love is about video calling and taking screenshots, just being there "with" each other. Love is about holding each others' hands in public then grabbing our own phones whilst nobody is looking. 

How would you describe love? Some say it is just a feeling, an emotion. Some say it is the meaning of life, and without it, there is no purpose to live. Some say that it is just an ideology for commercial purpose of wedding rings, flowers(roses, especially), valentine's day gifts, wine, condoms, and all that stuff. Some say it is just a trend to follow since there isn't anything worthwhile to hold on to. Some even said it's a biological trick to get us reproducing. Some scientists would say its some hormonal reaction. 

We have individual lives that we uniquely own, and there is no exact copy. Somehow,  love became the string that pull us together and stitch us up despite the all differences and combinations. Somehow, love is the most common thing to ever span the decades, centuries of humankind. Is that why love is something so incredibly relatable for all of us? No matter what is your age, your ethnicity, your financial status, your nationality, your skin colour, eye colour, your size, your health status, your job, you cannot escape from love. It has a universal existence in all of the living things with a soul. 

What is love, really? Is love a connection that spans across souls? Is love a mutual feeling of care for each other? Is love about dancing around in the rain and letting it wash away each others' worries? Is love about having patience as deep as the ocean when your partner makes you upset, sad, mad or frustrated? Is love about forgiving, knowing that he/she will learn from the mistakes and become better? Is love about accepting each other as different or as similar he/she is as we are? Is love about sneaking in and out of each others' beds in the countless middle of the nights? Is love about waiting for one another through the pouring rain, through the heat of summer, through the silence of the nights? Is love about watching the sunset together at 7pm and missing breakfast when the sun rises at 7am? 

I asked this question to some people the other day. Someone said that love is about sharing your life with somebody, putting your vulnerable soul in his/her hands and it is an art of allowing two lives intertwine. Someone else said that love is giving and taking and balancing between the two. Some other guy said that it's about needing each other. Some girl said it was about caring for each other constantly and having trust, meanwhile growing up together in facing every day life. 

These are all so confusing. Love is complicated and difficult. It has never been easy in any way. He can say that he loves me in a minute, and proceeds to spill his heart out to someone else the next. He can talk enthusiastically and interestingly with another girl, make me upset and yet kiss me on my forehead and hold me to earn my heart again. If I know I wasn't enough for you, then as someone who loves you, I should not be together with you. If I knew you aren't interested as I am, just let me walk away cruelly and clean. Don't let any of you linger on me or any of me stain on you.  Maybe I haven't known love by its nature or entirety. Maybe I am too quick to judge what love is. Seemingly, love has became just an excuse for you to get something from somebody. Seemingly, love has been just the new "reason" for you to exploit somebody of their emotional worth. 

It is disappointing how love has been abused to be what it is today. And that true love is nowhere to be found. Love has become a trap of the millennium and sent people down toxic spiralling black holes. Love has evolved and changed to fit the ruthless greed and needs of people who call themselves human but act like beasts. It is as if the cupid's arrow pierced through our hearts and left it bleeding with questions. Is love becoming a poison rather than a healing medicine? 

And when someone new comes along, your definition of love then renews and evolves again. 

And so.... Part 2 will come along.