What is love?

I don't know what it is! I think there is something wrong with that.

"Pieces of what, doesn't matter anymore"

It's kind of weird to think that certain parts of your life end and how they do. I mean things that used to mean so much just end up not mattering anymore because its over and you can never get back to that place no matter how hard you try and no matter how many things how. It's all the same in the end.
It's also weird how you can care for something so much and you know that you're working towards nothing. What are you really trying to do when you write something, talk to someone? I mean everybody working toward the same thing.