Sometimes I think most people tend to forget that the word 'love' should not just be associated with only one specific person. That one specific person that's more than capable of making you feel so many different feelings, all at the same time. That one person that makes you feel that s/he's the one that came and made your life bearable, no longer meaningless like it used to be.
Love is the smile of your proud mother, too. Love is also the feeling you get when you're surrounded by genuine laughters. Or a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on, too. The tight hugs and unexpected kisses. Love is the giggles of the newborns. Love is of everything we may or may not see. Everything we may or may not hear. Every single feeling we're capable of feeling.
People tend to forget, and they bet their whole life on only that one viewpoint of a single human being, restricting something so wonderfully general, something that could be everything, to be airtight-closed. What a waste when love is everywhere, in everyone that passes you by right now, the memories of the past, and the excitement of whatever the future might hold. In the cold night air we breathe in, and the warm air exhaled back into the empty space.
What a waste. Such a waste.
