Love.

All this talk from my friends about Love got me thinking. What is Love? Do you have the exact answers for that? I know I don't. I read some things on the Net, and this is what Love means to some people.

To some Love is friendship set on fire for others maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it. No matter how you define it or feel it, Love is the eternal truth in the history of mankind.

Love is patient, love is kind. It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud. It rejoices over the evil and is the truth seeker. Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive aspect of life. Always stand steadfast in love, not fall into it. It is like the dream of your matter of affection coming true. Love can occur between two or more individuals. It bonds them and connects them in a unified link of trust, intimacy and interdependence. It enhances the relationship and comforts the soul. Love should be experienced and not just felt. The depth of love can not be measured. Look at the relationship between a mother and a child. The mother loves the child unconditionally and it can not be measured at all. A different dimension can be attained between any relationships with the magic of love. Love can be created. You just need to focus on the goodness of the other person. If this can be done easily, then you can also love easily. And remember we all have some positive aspect in us, no matter how bad our deeds maybe.

Depending on context, love can be of different varieties. Romantic love is a deep, intense and unending. It shared on a very intimate and interpersonal and sexual relationship. The term Platonic love, familial love and religious love are also matter of great affection. It is more of desire, preference and feelings. The meaning of love will change with each different relationship and depends more on its concept of depth, versatility, and complexity. But at times the very existence of love is questioned. Some say it is false and meaningless. It says that it never exist, because there has been many instances of hatred and brutality in relationships.

Maybe this is what Love means. In my whole 18 years, I don't think I have ever love someone deeply. I don't think I've experienced that true meaning of Love. Every time that word comes about I chickened out. I get scared and run away. I'm sorry but that's just me. Every time there's a good guy who comes my way and when it gets to the step of being more than friends. I backed out. The word of commitment scares the shit out of me. I'm a chicken at this "Love" thingy. I'm sorry. But I am.

But what if the person you love don't love you back? Doesn't that just scares you. Doesn't that makes you just want to give it all up. Maybe not to others, but maybe to me. I'm scared. Scared of betrayal. Scared of commitment. Scared of rejection. I'm a chicken when it comes to Love.