I love to be loved. My first love was in my teen years, pure and childish. My second love was in my 20s, youthful and passionate. My third “love” was in my 30s, mature and full of considerations… After every breakup, I always found myself in doubt of the concept of love… but I don’t think that I will ever run out of love, probably next time I’ll have to love myself first instead of betting it all on some individual… cuz afterall… no one knows you better than yourself.