This Thing Called Love

Love.

What is love to you guys? I believe we all have our very own interpretations of love. In this very post, I would like to talk about it. Do not worry, it won't be lengthy or boring, I hope. :) So, before I go further, I would like to clarify on the aspect that I would like to focus on, which is truly based on my experience. To be specific, the experience based on my past relationships.

Everyone loves to be loved by someone, right? I do, for sure. How many times have you been in love? I am a very picky person, I choose who to love. I've been in a relationship three times, to be exact. All of the relationships I was into were a total failure and I think, I've wasted much of my time believing them to be the right one.

I'm gonna focus on the third, who is a military officer. He's the only who had ever met my family. I introduced him to my family and my family gave me the green light. Long story short, the relationship didn't last. After all that happened, he is a military guy. So, of course he had the guts to see my family that time. I would not blame him for that, but I believe he would have done better on ending our relationship, personally and face-to-face. Unfortunately, he didn't do that.

All of these three guys anyway, had got married to their own partner now. Am I happy for them? Not gonna talk about it. My point is that, I still believe in love. There will be the right one for me. I think it is just matter of time. I'm not gonna give up but for now, I think I'm comfortable this way. I will not do the same mistake again, I really hope so. Am I tired already? No, it is not like that. It is just a matter of I-do-not-want-to-waste-my-time-of-loving-the-wrong-person anymore.

Now, what is love to me? To me, it is too subjective to be stated here. :)

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