What is love?

Love comes from your eyes to your heart.

How could you love someone when you never like her before?

Liking her face, her shape, her attitude, or her beauty.

I'm not a hypocrite-person, I look for love from my eyes.

Like a painting, you have to see and feeling the beauty of it by your own eyes before falling in love to it.

This thing that I always argue with my grandfather until now.

The meaning of love.

I thought I was right with the statements above, but for him love isn't egoist like that.

Love isn't picky, not like lust which drives you with anything that you like.

Love doesn't need to see, because only by touching, love can open the eye of heart.

I laughed with his statement.

He's already old, but still naive.

I had grown mature and understanding the meaning of life,

but still I couldn't understand his perception of love.

Until one day, I saw that love by my eyes and feeling it with my heart.

And since then, I know I was egoist.

**This story is inspired by a song called 'Egoist' by Roy Kim