Lately, I've been having quite some trouble figuring life out. I can't even tell you what I've learned because I'm still dealing with it all. But, through everything that's happened, I continue to ask myself the same question: what is love?
I've realized that I was not raised with a solid definition of the word, but with ideas and subtle actions that hinted at its true meaning.
I, at twenty years old, can not say that I have discovered what this word really means.
It remains a mystery.