Love.

The elusive word.
To many its a bliss. To some its a bane.
Whichever it is, love is something personal, and its meaning transcendental.

How do you define love? A couple blissfully sharing in each other's arms under the starlit skies? A man arguing fitfully with his significant half? Or even 2 person secretly in love with one another but none daring to make the first move. Worse still, one-sided love that seems ever out of reach?

That is why I am always hesistant to define love. Because as simple and straight forward as the letters L, O, V and E may be, put them together and you will be threading on unchartered grounds. Why so? Because as I have mentioned earlier, Love is personal.

No one can tell you what love really is. Each and everyone of us have our own idea of what love should entail. It really is pointless to attempt to define love.

Why this sudden post?
Suffice to say, something jotted a chord within me recently and I thought I would share my three cents worth of thought. Love to me is never about how long it has been, nor how much one has sacrificed or done for the other. Love trancends the physical. Is a couple arguing over a matter any less in love? Or a couple having a cold war for that matter? The argument only serves to reinforce the concept of the love that binds the two. It is precisely because of love that the argument ensue. Simply because it matters.

No mere argument can diminish the love, no lack of words can smother the love. They are merely a test of the love.

As it is, there really is no true meaning of love.
Only true love.


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找不到方向 往彩虹天堂
有你說的愛 在用幸福觸摸憂傷
兩個人 相守直到白髮蒼蒼
自由的飛翔在燦爛的星光
找不到方向 往彩虹天堂
有你說的愛 在用幸福觸摸憂傷
兩個人 相守直到白髮蒼蒼
自由的飛翔在燦爛的星光
有你在我身旁