I think I’ve lived my whole life with a mistaken definition of love. I believed love was something real that existed between two people. I believed my wife loved me, and that she married me because of that love.
But I’ve been proven wrong time and again. What I thought was 'love' turned out to be transactional. If I gave her what she wanted, I received her affection. If I stopped giving, the love disappeared. It wasn’t love—it was bartering.
Some say that pure love exists in the form of loving God. But even there, I’ve witnessed people who approach Him only to ask for things—praying not out of love, but in the hope that their wishes might be granted. And I’ve seen others turn away from God when those wishes went unanswered.
I believe true love reveals itself when it is given freely, without expectation. It is offered as a gift—perhaps even anonymously—so that the one receiving it feels no duty to requite the gift.