To My Young Love - miniblog

Today, I want to delve into a topic that has been on my mind lately: love. How do we truly define love? For me, at this point in my life, I experience it as a tumult of feelings lying thrown and forgotten in the last drawer of my heart. It's something I used to take out frequently, something that I kept in my pocket giving me warmth on a cold day.
I almost remember those moments clearly, and I can still feel the residual warmth in my pocket. However, sometimes I simply forget it's there. Perhaps it's because I'm overwhelmed by work or studies, which doesn't allow me to stop and deeply analyze my love life. It's ironic, as I used to consider myself a lovesick girl. But now, there's nothing that makes my heart engulf in that overwhelming blaze. Sometimes, I pause a bit while running forward and turn my head to look back, but all I do is remember that girl who made me feel alive.
We all have that teenage love that drove us crazy, ruined us, unraveled us, and set us on fire. That person who came like a gust and stirred everything inside us. For me, that person was her. I can't exactly explain how it was, but she was like a ray of light or like a storm on a summer night. She was there, asking for directions, and I was almost hypnotized by her gaze, not knowing how to contain my heart in such a revolution.
Talking to her, hearing her laugh, giving her my coat on cold days, feeling her goodbye hugs... that was all I needed to know that life was worth living if I was with her. However, classes ended, we both went separate ways in college, and with time, we drifted apart. Still, I like to think of her and know that everything I felt and feel was love.
Love is that complex feeling that can fill our days with happiness or plunge us into the deepest melancholy when it's no longer present. It's an emotional journey that transforms us, challenges us, and teaches us more about ourselves than we could ever imagine. Although it may sometimes seem like we've forgotten it in the last drawer of our heart, it never ceases to be a part of who we are.
So, dear readers, I'm curious to know: have you ever had a similar experience? What does love mean to you? Share your thoughts and stories in the comments below.