Love.

Love. Its a small word but conceals in itself the fate of hermits like me. Love is pure. It is the most sacred feeling one could get in a lifetime. It breaks my heart to see how brutally this word is misused by people. It is a feeling that if  makes its way into someone's heart once should last forever. Yet most of us claim we experienced eternity in a split second. It disgusts me to know I've lived among such people. How unfair it is to associate this word with things and how savage one must be when one chooses to use this word to describe a relation that is not even worth it. 
To love is to be able to accept someone with all their rights and wrongs, it inspires one to be kind and selfless, to be good and forgiving, it gives one enough strength to bear the atrocities of this world, acts as a guiding light in dark days. It gives us the motivation we need to discover ourselves, the courage to hold that one hand and not let go no matter what. However it also demands sacrifice, it demands bravery and selflessness. Love can never be selfish. There can never exist a greed for reward. It is to respect our beloved's wishes and act accordingly, it is to wish for them what they wish for themselves and strive to make them happen. It is to make sure that the road they wish to travel has no barriers that its safe. It deserves loyalty, sincerity and devotion. It deserves your all. That's how it should be. that's the beauty of love.