When I was younger, I always thought that love could be something so special, something magical. I always thought that it will lead you to infinite happiness. No heartaches, no fights, no dull moments. A relationship bound with honest love, pure love and real love.
But as I grew up, the way I think about love has changed. It is not the same with how I read it my romance books nor understand on a love story. Love is about heartache. It is about sacrifices. It is about being strong for the relationship, for yourself and for your lover. Love can still be special - only when your partner feels the same way. Love can still be magical - let alone with the surprises of gestures and effort. And lastly, love can still lead you to infinite happiness - only when it is reciprocal.