What is Love…?

A question, I find myself asking lately to most of my friends and none of the answer feels real. Both rationally and irrationally.

For some it’s sharing, caring, being there for each other.

For some it was feeling happy around each other.

For some it’s forgiving without judging and living the moment. 

For some making plans, big plans , travelling the world, kids, home, getting old together

For some, they realised it was an obsession all along. 

To me…

Well, I would  never posed the question if knew the answer. 

But I do remember there was once a tingling sensation, long time ago and it happened only once, I didn’t ask myself back than what it was. I was too stupid to know or pose such question

There was this feeling of going to be explode any moment, I wanted to explode. I wanted to hold on to that feeling. I wanted to explore what lies beyond that sensation. A supernova? A big Bang. 

Perhaps thats was a Big Bang.

Now I am thinking if i wanted to know their answer or my own. I have been trying to figure out.  Perhaps, It  was all along about me. 

I am wondering if that tingling sensation will ever return? Will there be another Big Bang?

Things happen in mysterious ways, I hope its not end of the road.