What is Love?
This is just a random talk with a guy named by a god. In the middle of the night when all of family are sleeping, I'm awake accompanied by the stars and drowned with my own desperate thought. I already wrote the story what I'm strunggling with even not too details, but I'm still struggling with that and I realize no one can solve it except me. Suddenly I remember that guy will call me when he arrived home after his work. 12am here, about 10pm in the other hemisphere. I decided to texted him, I told him i haven't sleep yet and yeah, he called. It's been days he hadn't talk about life. Litterally about life, like what's he doing or his job and vice versa, for the record I always feel better after I talk to him. I'm glad he's going well, even though he has lot of pressure because of his jobs but I know he can handle that. and out of the blue our talk mention about 'Love', he asked me a really simple question What is Love?