To love, of course. Maybe simply because I like giving things. Being loved is sometimes just overwhelming, it feels like there's an urge to return the love back equally to that certain person who loves us (at least for me). Loving someone isn't merely just an act of giving and receiving. We can decide whether we will grow the love inside us, but to receive the mutual feelings is out of our control. Even though I, deep down expect the same thing—to get my love requited, isn't letting go also a form of love?