In my skeptic opinion. True love doesn’t exist.

But I’ll try to look at it from my inner romantic’s perspective…

When you meet someone whom you can confide in, a person you know you can trust with your deepest secret or darkest desire and you know that they wont judge you.

When you feel like you don’t belong somewhere and just the presence of your significant other can make you feel at home.

When you spend an entire day with someone and at the end of the day after you’ve said goodbye, you miss them.

When you say the cheesiest things in the world to that person, words you yourself never imagined saying in a million years.

When you’re in a room the first thing you do is search for her/him.

When you’re palms sweat at the thought of meeting them but you’ve never been more excited.

When the thought of your significant other being hurt makes you wanna cry.

When  you can divert any conversation topic to talking about them.

This is what I imagine true love to be.

(Now, back to my skeptical, lonely, paranoid self)

True love is an imagination which very few people turn into a reality.