And I think I know what love is.

8 years,
gone in a matter of two months.

Where does the love go?
Does it involve into some sort of negative energy?
Insecurity?
Hate, maybe?

It breaks my heart deep down inside to know that my loved ones-
they have chosen to lose love.
Don't they see how beautiful love is?
How it makes the world go round,
spin faster than usual,
make time pass like lightning?

And no.
You can't count love.
It doesn't have to smart nor insightful nor proactive.

Love is what you have today,
in your hands and heart
to give to whoever you want,
whenever,
wherever you want.

Love is crazy,
and yes, it's blind.
It's different every time you find it.
It's forgiving,
and it's funny.
It's happy,
and it's sad,
unfortunately.

And love isn't about yourself.
Love is about that other person,
happy.

And it doesn't matter if your heart is breaking.
When you have love you have everything.