Do You Believe In Love?

They asked me, "Do you believe in love?"

I paused for a moment.

Suddenly, I found myself thinking of you,

thinking of how I learned to love,

thinking of how I used to love you.

I responded, "Yes. I used to."

Yes, I used to believe in love.

I believe that it is powerful,

that it is mysterious.

I believe that it works on the most unexpected ways,

sometimes even the impossible.

Then they told me, "Is it because of your heartbreaks?"

I stopped and this time, for a long moment.

Again, I found myself thinking of you,

thinking of how you made me love you,

thinking of how you used to love me too.

I replied, "Will you ask me the first question again?"

Because this time, I will answer differently.

I found myself still believing in love.

Still believing in love despite of the fact that you have already left me,

despite of all the pain that you have inflicted on me,

despite of all the times that you made my heart break.

You made me realize how love truly works.

It is not like fairytales nor any cliche fictional romantic novels.

It is neither every movie nor TV show where they live happily ever after.

It may be sometimes like that,

but for us it's different.

And we are not the only victims.

Love is not only being able to learn how to care and understand,

but it is also to learn how to sacrifice.

Love does not always mean happy endings,

but also heartbreaks for new beginnings.

Despite of all the heartaches, I found myself still foolishly believing in love.

For heartaches are there because I learned how to love,

I know how to love,

and I believe in love.