For the longest time, my theory on love has been conceptualized to be a feeling of overwhelming happiness. It’s the holding of hands on a beautiful summer’s day, the endearing smiles while eyes lock together as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist. It’s the gesture of holding the door open or pulling out a seat in a restaurant. It’s offering to drive, to removing your coat when the other person is cold. Love, in my eyes, is the hardest of lessons if ever fate is not on your side.
