The old and dusty definition

Love,

A word which’s definition used to be so clear to me.
Love used to mean to say the most beautiful things to each other without saying just one word of a lie, to know every little detail in a blink of an eye.

It used to mean to be interested in that one person and trying to find out everything there is to know about him or her,  to keep their heart and vow that it will forever remain unbroken.

All of this was love to me.

But now I have no clue what it means.
Is it changing yourself just to make that one person happy?
is it rambling on about yourself, just to prove  how good you are?

I don’t know. But I know one thing.
The feeling you’re supposed to get, when being in love, just rises above everything else and makes that what’s good even better.

Love is unchangeable and unforgettable, it is kind but in the same way cruel.
It can make you cry and smile at the same time, and makes your heart beat like if you where to run a marathon in less time than a commercial break.

Love doesn’t hurt when it hits you. Love makes sure that there is someone there to catch you when you fall for it.
Love makes happiness possible if there’s someone to love you back.

Not just someone.

The one.