What is love? Now that's one to ponder. I have no straight answer, but all I can say is…

Cheers to the people who live the un-love stories. Cheers to the people that believe they’re forever stronger independent. To the people who don’t need that kinda love, because what the fu-...

I don’t get it. 

There’s this girl I once knew, till I didn’t. Okay?

We met by the courts like predestined stars planned for atomic bonding. Her pieces fit mine, and the heat of her body, of our bodies, fused us into one. The songs she sang, I sang, and the songs I sang, so did she. We played our magnificent symphony, and we constructed the world around us. The world came to listen to the music we played, and we played carless of the world. 

There's not a thing I can do without her and not a thing she can do with—

me.

See our bonds went well, till they decayed. And her voice belted loud till she lost it. Our symphony played perfect pitch till she fell out of tune, and the world around us ridiculed our so-called love.

So when they ask me what is love to you, I say that exactly. Love is to fall into a passion at the bottom of the deepest-darkest pits. It’s to carry her on your shoulders to the top and have her kick you back into the hole you once fell in. Its to construct your dwelling at the bottom of your pit and never let your heart and soul creep back out. Its the loss of ambition, its the loss of motivations, the loss of inspiration, its the loss.

And even if, and only if, I'm able to climb out of that hole. My heart and soul, become too heavy to carry. The life I once knew that's waiting for me up there is not waiting for me. Everything up there is old, abandoned, and empty. Just as good as it is down here.  

So, a cheers to those un-love stories. Cheers to the ones who with a dying breath, would apologize to that girl for not singing the right song, tuning her untuned instrument, playing in unison with her symphony, and being the wrong atom for the right bond. A cheers to those people who dont need that kinda love.