Love. It is such a relative thing. What is it? Is it the rapid beating of your heart when you see the object of your desire? Is it the sweet feeling that you get spending time with him? Is it the bittersweet feeling you get when you see him with the object of his desire (it is not you), knowing he is happy?
Love. How do people love so easily, quickly hooking up with someone else not long after a breakup? Is that real love? Why are people so afraid to show that they love someone, pushing the person away? Are they afraid of handling hurt?

I, for one, am afraid to love. I am afraid of hurt. I might seem strong on the outside, give great advice... but i am the exact opposite. I am weak. I wish someone would understand that. He who understands me is the one for me... but...