Some treat love as the most magical thing on earth.
Some treat love as a need.
Some treat love as a want.
Some hopes to be loved, while some hopes to love.

Some try too hard to be someone they want people to love and lost their initial reason to why they want to love and be loved.
Some try too hard that they lost themselves along the journey.

Some misunderstand what love is and their feelings become a mistake.
Some regret and some learn.

Some took the past and place the stress on their present. Some wish that their past will not become their present. Some hope that their present is who they want them to be and not how they are suppose to be.

What my friend said is right, to love someone is to accept everything of that person and not expecting them to change because the reason you touched feelings for the person is precisely who that person was when you first know that person and not going “if you love me, you will change this. if you love me, you will change that.”

I also know that you cannot tell what love is the minute you and that person share a memory. You can’t base on that single memory and tell yourself, “I am in love” because that would usually be a mistake, unless it is love at first sight.

I have a friend who fell in love with a girl at first sight and he was hot over heels about her, coming to be almost every single day telling me how he hoped to have her one day, not expecting her to be a real bitch(as he described). Truth is, love at first sight exist but how many times can it happen to an individual. For me, I don’t believe in love at first sight. Some reading this may think I don’t see love as something beautiful. The truth is, I do but to me, love comes when it is suppose to.

I don’t go looking for love. I wait for it come and find me because I know trying too hard will result in negative results. Being impatient, being over-excited, being sensitive even to someone who is nothing more than a friend would result in a loss. Do I hear you saying that I am a coward? No, I have bravely fight for love but I only ended up tired, with more scars and being a fool and getting laughed at. Still, I don’t close my doors entirely because I know there are many people out there waiting to love me no matter who they are.

Every love teach you a lesson, everyone walks in and out of your life. How many of such people can you take? I lost many people at one go before, better yet, these people are who have been with me for so long, people who I depend on but they left me for various reasons. I stayed as strong as I can and I don’t shut my doors.

I remembered crying in front of my ex-boyfriend of whom I haven’t spoken to for months but when I broke down in front of him, he bothered to reach out a hand and say, “hey, are you ok?”. This is love. We were in such bad and embarrassing terms, but we bothered to show care and concern to each other despite having all the disputes and nasty times. This is love.

Indeed, love is a magical thing, and besides the word magical, I can’t think of anything thing else to describe.
Yet, I think love is very quiet, it revolves around you but its existence it will never make known and when you see it, that’s when love becomes magical. :)