When you think of love, what do you think of? When I think of love, I think of a person. I don't think of an idea. Since you, whenever I hear the word love, or a conversation based on love, I think of you. Will my concept of love ever be the same again? Will I ever be able to cry tears not filled with the love I couldn't receive back from you? Will they ever not be filled with the remnants of the heartbreak you caused me? Will I ever cry for something other than you?