My life is complete.

Can someone please tell me?

Because it seems that this thing we call “love” is becoming less and less significant. The word is constantly thrown around frivolously and without any real intention these days. We hang up the phone with a quick, “love you;” we “love” that ridiculously-priced leather jacket in the store window; we “love” someone for doing us a favour; we claim everyday to “love” this and that.

The word itself doesn’t hold the same weight as it used to.

And with all these relationships around us crumbling one by one, how are we supposed to know what love really is? People love each other, they get married, they cheat or fall out of love, and then get a divorce all within a couple years. Is that all our notion of “love” amounts to nowadays?

I hope that we as a society—or at least speaking for myself—I hope I am able to fully grasp the gravity of the word “love,” what it really is and what it represents. And I hope that I will stop and really think before throwing around the word carelessly as an ornamental dressing.

And truly, I hope that one day when I say I love someone, I will mean it wholeheartedly and unwaveringly. I hope that I can look that person in the eye and tell them I love them and that I will never stop loving them. Unconditionally.

Until then, I am quite content to “like” with all my being.