Love: Who are you?

Love. The most essential feeling, but the most discriminated word. 

How important is love? Why do people love? What makes people love? Why love hurts? 

I remember these questions more dominantly during my teenage years that I am all out of love and I interrogate these kinds of queries. I have been through heartaches and pains that closing my heart too tigh for no man is the last resort that I grip into. I take no sides of it. I even come to a point that I hate to love. I don't want to love. 

All those love-allegations are unstable. I thought tat I could not love again. I thought that I will grow old alone. I thought love comes no more for me. All those "I thoughts" gone through the wind until I fall into the hands of a Man that God blessed me, my Husband. 

Indeed, love twirls to many twists and turns until you are awaken to the real meaning of it. It is like a pencil that you can't write well if it is not sharpened properly. Love at first is like paradise, but as time goes by it disappears. That is why, you need to sharpen in order for it to give back its glow. 

Love is undefined. I can't perfectly give exact definition of it. I can't even decipher that I am drawn into it. But one thing for sure that I know about love, it will come. Love has its time. You don't need to force in order to have love, to be loved or to love. It will come at the spare of the moment, to the point that we can't expect it the most. When it comes, it's yours. No regrets about that. It is like a miracle. No one knows when it comes and to whom it lands. 

Love is perfectly wonderful. When you have it, never let it go. Love will be yours forerver and it will.