There are days when you think you don't know what it means to be in love, at all. The idea is almost alien, whether you're falling into it or out of it. One would think that you'd know more about love with every relationship or heartbreak, but you know less now than you did before. You question everything you thought was true about love, every action that was meant to be a good sign now seems like the beginning of the end. We may live all our lives not knowing how to define love- maybe one's definition is a person, a place; another's the absence of it. Someone else's could be poetic, another's mathematical. All you can know is love and knowing love is knowing nothing - it is but believing, trusting, hoping. That this feeling that creeps inside you - this feeling you can't describe, you only understand when it's here and when it's gone - you can only wish it stays. That it doesn't fade away.