What is love?
I don’t even know anymore.
What is it to be chosen?
I haven’t a single clue.
What is it to have someone want to be with you?
Honestly, no idea.
I think I want love.
But do I even know what that is?
I don’t even know what love is anymore.
Maybe, I’m just meant to be alone.
I probably am.
That’s okay. I’ve learned to live with it.
It doesn’t mean I don’t get jealous, angry, and sad when I see couples walking together.
Even the unhappy ones. At least they have something.
Me, nothing.
What the hell is love?
What does it mean to be loved?
I don’t have the faintest idea.
That’s my life I guess.
Love (What is it?)