What is love? SO many people picture it as a sweet river of honey or the smooth petal of a blood red rose. If you eat too much honey it's too sweet and your throat begins feeling weird and a petal of a rose will fall into the arms of wind, of dust, of old... it will be one of many that will dissapear. What I allway wondered is... Isn't love simply human made?
We all wish for  "love". We wish to feel the bittersweet tap of what we call destiny on the window of our soul and then it will ring a bell singing "LOOVEEE". But why cant we explain what love is? Maybe because there is no explanation. Maybe "love" is just something that we repeat, same way a parrot repeats all it's master teaches him.
Since a little girl is borned she lives in a world with princes and princesses, the evil witch that separates them but they allways kill the witch and get married and live happly after in a giant castle. Since that is the best experience a kid can relate to that becomes somehow deep inside the number one goal in their life, so they leave on dreaming that one day they will find prince charming marry him and live in a castle. As they grow older coming to realise that the castle won't exist and prince charming may turn out to be the ugly frog they wish for the other little thing left in all those magical stories: "Love"
They want to find their real love but how do you do such a thing? I'm one that believes everybody has a pair somewhere, same way as negative and positive magnets attract, same way as puzzle pieces just fit together.
But I most likely am wrong.