Love. The most abused word in the world. It's something that people always seem to seek, even though they don't have a clue on what it is. Once upon a time I had notions as to what love really is. I remember writing a full back-to-back paper about it. It's hilarious, really, remembering that I once believed love had certain labels, and descriptions. That was when I hadn't pondered much regarding it.

Don't worry, I won't preach. I stopped talking about love just recently, about one or two years ago. I'm not really certain why, or how I came to that, but one day I said to myself I don't want to appear like someone who's knowledgeable on the subject. I'm not one to discuss about it. I told myself I won't pretend to know everything about it. Then again, who knows what is love, really?

The truth is, I only had one girlfriend in the entirety of my years of living. She was this girl, thinner than females our age, who wears glasses, having a very kind-looking face, and she was tall. But does your meaning of love depend on how many 'official' relationships you've had? That's disgusting. I beg to differ. I learned some things from the time we had, yes, but I can't say I knew everything I wanted to know from her. Sometimes, the deepness and meaning of things come from events, places or people you wouldn't expect in any way, same as the way it did to me.

When I do my usual "read-everything-on-the-internet" routine, I frequently come across articles, essays and 'mature-looking' posts regarding the matters of the heart. Same goes for "help yourself" books and writings on how to deal with the feeling. I often stumble on pages where some PHD-bragging doctor or some "man-who-experienced-it-all" give enumerations and tips on how to love truly. Funny. They list stuff like "This is the way to prove your love is real". Just now I reread one of my friend's blog post. It's all about love, and he listed a lot of things describing romance, using metaphors like declaration of feelings and the wind and earthquakes. The title of his entry is "Love is..".

Really, who are we to put headings on love? It is something we can experience but never fully understand, that's why I think it's plain stupid to label it. I can tell you my experiences on it and how I realized things from them, but if I do that, I'd just be like those numbskulls: feeding tales to people how I went through this and that and now I had a clear idea as to what love is. No, I wouldn't pretend I know. I will not stereotype it, typecast it, or give it a definite title. Love, in all its grandeur and mystery, will never have a fixed denotation.

I like to believe that when the time comes you feel it, you would be lost for words, and you'll be feeling like an idiot because once upon a time you put a tag on it. I like to believe that love's meaning is something you can't put into words and only you will know it. I felt that way some time ago. No flowery terms for me. It's not mandatory to describe everything you feel, right? Why is love any different. When everything seems to fall into place, you don't need descriptions and tips. The feeling will be enough.