People say they "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love.

    Love, is also like the rain, that nourish from above, drenching couples with joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.
(The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Mitch Albom)

    Love, is an important thing, as a lot says. It is when and where we learn to sacrifice, to trust, to have faith, and sometimes, to be sad and broken.
    We all experience it, may it be in our homes with our family, in school or office with our friends, and other places. Without it, we may not be able to live fruitfully and happy.

    In this case of love that is mixed with conceitedness, a lot of regrets would appear. Selfishness. Anger. Would it vanish as time passes by? The one who wants to be forgiven and be loved again, will his wish be granted? The one who was left alone, a question he must answer; what would he choose: to forgive or to be forever alone?