Tears are falling from my eyes as *name of person* confided me about something. I started to realize that I’m now sure about what I was feeling a week ago - the feeling that I thought was just nothing. I think now I finally know even at least a small portion of the meaning of love.

Love is when you don’t feel anything at all. It’s when you are not sure of something that you are feeling at the moment. It’s when you are able to look at that person in the eyes and it simply makes you happy. It’s when you see that person happy and you feel the same. And most especially, it’s when they don’t love you back and that’s the time you start to feel something. That that unsure and numb you were feeling blossomed - that it was love.

In short, love could be defined as something that is nothing. Sounds complicated, right? But love is even more complicated than that.  It’s indescribable, crucial, and hard. No words can explain the condition of being in love. The pain, the overwhelming feeling when you are in love. 

Could someone please define love for me?