What is love?

Ask 10 people this and I am sure you'd get a hundred different responses.

Is love just a masquerade for lust?

Or is it something more profound? Something that cannot be explained?

Is love something that can be measured?

How much love should one have to love someone?

Would too much love really kill a person?

Why are people afraid of love?

Why are people so afraid of others loving them?

Why is it when we love someone so dearly, we push them even further from us?

Why do we love?

Is it due to the need to produce offspring?

Or is it because it is a way to show that we are human?

Or is it there because we are infatuated with another?

Or is it because we care for their well being?

Or is it due to being lonely?

Or is it due to the fear of dying?

Or is it due to pop-culture?

Or is it due to peer pressure?

Or is it just unavoidable?

Can we all find love?

Would love be everlasting?

How do we know that what we feel is truly love?

Is love an acronym for "Losing Our Very Existance"?

Why is that so?

To be caught up in the moment,

To relish every moment,

To be totally disconnected from the world,

To feel like there isn't anyone else around,

To be loss in time,

To be ready to give up one's life for their loved one,

To sacrifice one's individuality for the sake of being with their loved one,

To please our loved one at the cost of our own self?

How can we prove that we truly are in love?

I don't know.

There must be a way.

Being honest doesn't help.

Showing courtesy and kindness doesn't either.

Baring our inner most selves to our loved one's doesn't do much.

You know what? I still want to love. With that someone special that takes my breath away and makes me feel, something I've lost recently. For once in my life, I want to love someone and finally, even for awhile, have love returned to me as well. I still got a long way to go before I meet that special person once more. I wonder who I will spend the rest of my life with in the future?

I wonder, as it rains outside.