Can't we talk about anything else but love

I'm serious right now.

It seems that I can't turn anywhere right now without being asked what love is.

And I don't freaking know.

I thought I knew.

I thought love was when you first saw someone and thought they were cute.

I thought love was getting the best hugs ever.

I thought love was getting butterflies whenever you knew you were going to see him.

I thought love started when you found out you liked each other.

I thought love was the summer romance that left me in bliss.

I thought love was wondering where love went.

I thought love was betrayal.

I thought love was saying no more.

I thought love was learning to trust again.

I thought love was forgiving over and over again.

I thought love was patience.

I thought love was waiting for him to think of you.

I thought love was the heartbreak of knowing he wouldn't.

I thought love was when he finally did.

I thought love was when he finally got the courage to come to you.

I thought love was agreeing to be his.

I thought love was going on dates and kissing.

I thought love was finally putting the pieces together and being happy.

But maybe it's not.

Maybe love is seeing someone again.

Maybe love is an old friend that has finally come back.

Maybe love is seeing each other everyday.

Maybe love is someone who actually tries to spend time with you.

Maybe love can be a bit too much sometimes.

Maybe love is laughing when all you did was look at their face.

Maybe love is new and exciting.

Maybe love shows they care about you way more than love ever did.

Maybe love is frustrated when they find out your boyfriend never sees you.

Maybe love thinks you deserve more.

Maybe love is supportive anyway.

Maybe love loves you even when you don't love back.

I thought love was knowing who you love.

But maybe that's just what makes love beautiful.

Maybe love is not knowing who you love.