It has nothing to do with gender, age, country, religion or education.
It is not about knowing every detail about him/her.
It is not about being close to each other.
It is not about having many things in common.
It is not about being constantly in touch.
More importantly, loving is not owning.
Love is exploring new souls, new territories.
It is the mystery in his/her eyes.
It is a tender touch on your shoulder.
It is sleeping in his/her arms.
It is dreaming about a future together.
It is leaving endearing notes in the house.
It is writing letters to each other.
It is adding songs to the playlist you made for him/her every once in a while.
It is the total acceptance of each other in the very moment that you share.
It is letting go sometimes.
And it is still caring even if you know there is no place for you in his/her life.
It is a fantasy you give birth, nurture and eventually kill.
Love is a choice.