Love.

"love is the best feeling," as they say — it either makes you feel every color, or paints your world to just plain grey. but to me, love means one thing, a person, a person that makes me feel true, makes me see colors of every hue, and my meaning for love, is you. I don't know why I feel this way about you, but all I know is that I do. I always look for reasons, like how in a blink of an eye it's already a different season. I guess that's the thing about love, it doesn't make you feel like a slave imprisoned, it doesn't make anyone feel abandoned. it doesn't look for any explanation — and loving someone doesn't need any reason. and when you say that you love me, I don't ask why you do, because I know... that you really do.