The Look of Love

People who's never been in love often mistaken a lot of things for love.

I think about him every day and night, am I in love? I feel like we've known each other for a long time, am I in love? I want to spend most of my time with him, want to kiss him, want to make love to him, want to take his hand and walk the world, am I in love with him?

Is that love?

Then you ask yourself, what is love?

Love is unexplainable.

When I don't hear from him, I feel frustrated; when I feel like he might not like me as much as I think he did, I feel upset; when it seems that I am not as important to him as I think I was, I feel disappointed.

Maybe love, maybe not.

That could be love, or perhaps, you are so used to his existence it tricks you into thinking it was love.

Love is not a spark that sparks off at the very first moment, the more you know somebody, the more you are in love with somebody.

The sooner you fall in love, the quicker you fall out of love.

When you fall in love with somebody without knowing him, that's just too blind and when you fall in love with that somebody who doesn't love you back, that's just too sad.

Love is with conditions, the first one, I would love you only if you love me back.

I never believe in love at first sight; feeling grows into love, just like an infant growing into an adult.

Nobody was born an adult; the same for love.

I read from a book, somebody's in love with somebody for a long time without realising it, now how could that be??

That is definitely not love.

A's secretly in love with B but B doesn't know.

That is definitely not love too.

Though I have never met somebody but I am in love, now that is not love as well.

Sorry but people who say "love" too easily disgust me.

Feelings grow the more you know somebody, later then, you fall in love, it's never one-sided.

At that very moment, when you look into his eyes, something mutual just hit you so much you realise you are in love.

... and when there is so much love, sex is always beautiful.

When love comes, you just know. When you keep on questioning yourself, you are not in love.