What is love

Maybe it's because I haven't truly love other people besides my family and friends. So sometimes when I hear about the different ideas of love, I get confused. I have my own idea. My own definition of what love is to me and it's simple. Truthful, faithful and effort. The one is one who would be faithful to you throughout his life with you, truthful about his feelings, his life and his past. Truthful about his opinions, his desires and his actions. The one must be the one who works through problems with you, help you, guide you and never gives up. It doesn't matter if you've faced countless failures or the unknown. He tries, he put in his all and work for it. Daddy told me something I think I won't ever forget. He say when you meet the one, there wouldn't be any doubt. There wouldn't be thoughts of trying things out first and testing if it works living together because when you've doubts like that, you already known subconsciously he's not the one. The one is someone you would try and walk together into the unknown together, the one you're confident you'd be with forever, the one who makes you brave enough to forget your doubts and worries. 

I know sometimes I lack the experience in the love department. And I worry about the chances I let pass me by or the incessant doubts I have about love. But I think I can recognize it. I am sure I will recognize it when it's here. It wouldn't have to knock. Because it already has the key.