Love is.

Have you ever wondered why some people share a love so different from the one you have? Everybody's love is different -- or love language is different (you can google this) -- but you still wonder. It makes me moody to witness people share a love unlike mine. Perhaps it's a phlethora of gifts, unlimited displays of affection, neverending words of care and concern, undying expressions of "I love you".

Anyway I don't like to watch them. Because I don't receive them.

Sour grapes I know.

:(