To understand something, we need to define it.
But when it comes to love—
the kind we’ve experienced in our lives—
what definition can we really give it?
Is love thinking of someone when you eat alone?
Or is it the quiet comfort when they’re simply near?
Then… what is it when I just liked you?
I don’t know if I loved you or just liked you.
Maybe it was both.
Maybe it didn’t need a name at all.
But even now,
I miss you.
If you’re reading this…
What does love mean to you?
Just curious. Leave a thought if you’d like.
