Some say that love is magical. What is really magical about love? Is it the longing, the butterfly flying in your stomach when your eyes meet theirs or the tingling on your skin? Perhaps it is the feel of complete, the thought that someone would perfect your imperfections.
I wouldn't know what it is, I've never been in love. In love with another guy that's not in my family that is. But I'm not even so sure what love is in a family. Is it the possessiveness of a father to his children, the teasing from a brother to a sister or the caring embrace of a mother? Honestly, I don't know. From what I've seen, I would've thought my mother's love for me is an obligation. Like she's forced to just because she gave birth to me. But I've learned to accept it. Even if it's an obliged affection, I accepted it. Why? Because someone out there doesn't even know who their parents are.
Some would say love is universal. You can be in love with food, with clothes or even with the colour of the evening sky. Someone might even fall for his or her job. I don't think that's love. For me, that's passion or a strong attachment. But I really wouldn't know, I've never been in love before.
I used to like someone though, maybe he knew, maybe he didn't even care. Who knows? My friend asked me a couple of days ago, "Kau suka siapa sekarang?" and I answered her truthfully. I told her "Takde siapa," and sang "I'm waiting, just waiting." laughing at how silly I am.
But it's true, I'm waiting for something even though I have no clue what that something is.