What is love?

I have been asking this to myself for a long time 

What is love?

I am not sure but I think I found the answer 

Love is not constant

Everyone cant define love

Or no one can understand it

Because it is a variable

It changes from person to person

It is all a matter of perspective

And I found out what love is

In my perspective

And I warn you, that you may not understand

What I mean by what I will say

Because it is my opinion

About love

SO

Love is; 

When I feel that someone actually gives a damn about me

When they make time for me, even if they are busy...

(they don't even need to meet me...or they don't need to message me... don't misunderstand this... I just need to know that they think about me... naturally because they care)

When they try to communicate with me and ask me questions about myself

When they ask me if I am hungry or if I need something from the grocery store

When they try to be the best version of themselves, but also very vulnerable 

When they look at me, in the eyes...and explain that they are alright without a word

When they hug me without a sexual desire, just because they CARE and because I am a PERSON, not a toy

When I feel like I can be the real me with them, the aggressive and gauche me

When I can be like a child with them, and when I don't even have the idea of them judging me, because they don't make me feel judged

When they can stop their physical desires, but listen to their heart and soul...and let me hear it

When I can feel free to argue with them, knowing that we will both say sorry at the end

When I can say all the bad words to them and they can say all the bad words to me...but we always try to fix those words with good ones...

When they take responsibility for little things

When they enjoy the little things we do together, maybe just because we do it together

Love is real when they say "why?" in response to my "I don't love you!" 

This, happened just once.. 

And I don't think it will happen again.

Maybe something similar, something familiar.

But no.

Real love comes once in a lifetime, right?

It did come to me, but I wasted it.

Now it's time to suffer.

Or maybe I am lucky enough to ACTUALLY meet someone (not find, I am TIRED) who actually gives a damn about me...?

We will see in the future.

And this is the closure.