My words of life.

WHAT WAS LOVE?

I remember someone asking me.

"What is love?"

With which I replied.

"Love is actually quiet simple for me atleast."

"Love is waiting outside the classroom just to see him once a day"

"Love is waiting for him to be alone so I can finally talk to him."

"Love is being absolutely heartbroken when I see him looking at someone else the way I look at him"

"Love is realising that we fall in love with the moments we have with that person but not actually the person."

Sure. I didn't actually say all of this. But I kinda hoped I did.

At that time, I was carefree and it didn't matter if he liked me or not.

I was so living in the moment that the nervousness of rejection was cleared with the joy of loving someone.

But that question that I had been asked, it really made me think. Would things be different if I didn't ever like him? Would I remember that time like I do now?

Probably not. And that's what makes it so beautiful.