When you love you want that person to be happy with or without you.
You don’t wish them harm or talk badly about them.
You don’t try to convince them to see things your way
and then rid them from your life when they don’t.
When you love, you hold on to the friendship as much as possible
because its better to have them as your friend than nothing at all.
When you’re easy to anger, hoping they get hurt so you could tell them
“I told you so,” constantly jealous, and unwilling to listen…
Could you really say its love?
