Do you often wonder what the real meaning of love is? Definitely it’s more than what Merriam Webster could define. It is subjective more than objective. In the end, like beauty, it’s in the eye of the beholder.
You know love not by first sight, not by the electric feeling you get when your bodies touch or see the person, not even when all you can think about is that person. All are infatuation, in a deep sense which eventually can lead to love.
Love is, in your own terms, view, and experience, thinking of the other person’s welfare first before yours. Can also be just wishing you are the one in pain rather seeing them in such state ‘cause it just hurts so much.
It’s agonizing for your part to see how the person you love is in pain either due a loss of something/someone or just in a situation that causes them to break down. The pain in their eyes pierces your heart like a knife wishing it was just you who felt that. Not that you want it but because the pain you see in them hurts more than being in the situation itself.
Then again maybe you would not know. You would not know what it’s like to have a son who’s in the verge of insanity, to have lost touch to a sister who’s like your bestfriend, or to be losing a job any moment when you have a family to feed. You would not know but somehow you wish you had their pain instead.
I wish I had their pain instead.