Love?
What is love?
What does it mean to love?
What does it mean to be loved?
A four letter word of endearment.
But, what is it really?

It brings joy and happiness.
It brightens the day like how the sun shines brightly in the sky.
It chases away the darkness and sorrow like how the sun chases away the darkness and silence of the night.
But yet,
At the same time,
It can bring pain and sorrow.
Hardships and heartaches.
It can leave the heart shattered and torn.
Wrenched with pain, betrayal and distrust.
Waiting only to be healed and whole.
Only to be broken once again.

It’s not how you say you love somebody.
It’s how you mean you love that person.

It’s a word so often abused.
So often used carelessly, without true meaning,
Not coming from the heart.
An empty word with just a fleeting fragment of truth.
So confusing and misleading.
So easily accepted and used hastily.
Once broken,
It’s hard to gain back that trust.
Betrayal is, after all,

the cruelest form of breaking one’s heart.

There’s nothing more fragile then

the matters of the heart.