Wow. Has it really been a year?

I just had a lengthy but meaningful conversation with some of the most precious friends I'd met in University. We talk about careers, life and relationships. And I've never been more clear about my idea of love.

Love is such an intangible and irrational concept yet you can feel it prickling your skin. It can encompass you with warmth and infuse your being with a swelling burst of emotion. It makes you happy. But most importantly, it makes you a better person. It reinforces your soul.

Love is not controlling. It's accepting and understanding that your lover is free. It's not oppressive and it's not restrictive. It's realising that whatever your lover does, they're open to making mistakes. And in the end, you'll be there waiting after the tears and the heartbreaks and the pain. Because love is amazing and it forgives. It triumphs.

Love makes you feel like you're not giving up on something you had when you were single. It makes you realise that sharing your life means there will be mutual compromise. But never at the expense of losing yourself and your identity.

Love includes faith in the future, belief in your togetherness and desire in creating new chapters that weave two distinct halves into an imperfect yet beautiful whole. But when that faith turns into blind faith and all that is left is a ghost of that love holding your relationship together, then it is time to open your eyes and emerge from the fog.

There is a thin line; there is a horribly fine boundary that when crossed too many times, even love needs to step away. When too many reasons are given to justify, when deep down you just know something is wrong and a supposed love is masking the destructive hold over you, please be brave enough to walk away.

Because I love you, and I know you love him, but it is not enough to stay. And I can only hope that you would see it one day.