I don't like people who blame love for their misery.

Don't they realise that they're not only tainting love's name but they're the ones responsible for their own misery?

I believe what my sister says about love being simple. It is only people who complicate things. Ego, among the many things which exist hinder that kind of love only many dream of.

If love is not conceited and neither does it envy, why then do we see serpents?

The blame eventually goes to 'love' of course. But before you start blaming others for your own sadness, why don't you take a good look at yourself? All of us are flawed. Typically, it is these problems which get in the way of 'love', if it even is in the first place.

You might be skeptical towards what I think of course. Obviously. What do I, Nurul Afiah Bte Johari, who has never been in love ever know about love?

To top it all off like whipped cream on my favourite ice blended vanilla coffee, I'll leave you with a paragraph:

"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes."