Wrong to love!

Today I stop and think about love. Love for family, love for friends, love for that special someone and love for self. Today I look back… looking back at my past just to find out that I don’t know anything about love. Love… A simple word with so much meaning behind it and yet being abuse, misunderstood and taken for granted. Growing up, I search for love… I care for them, making sure they are happy, worried sick about their welfare, making sure that they are fine, protect them from hurts and I do all this because I thought it was love. Love of a brother, love of a son, love of a friend, and love of a man. Then to realize that everything that I did was wrong… wrong to care, wrong to worried, wrong to be there for someone and most importantly wrong to love and hoping to be love back. Today I look back and realize that all my life, I’ve been trying so hard to be love and that love is the only reason why I fight for tomorrow. Today I am confused to what love means. Why it is so wrong to love and wanting to be love back? What is love? Today… the love I once knew, and the love I once thought was the only reason to live… is now the scariest word I ever known.