Love

Why is it that love is supposedly so complicated? When all it really is is another feeling, like happiness. You love a person and then they question if that is possible but when presented with hatred you do not try to deny. I meant to say something completely opposite here but once again I lost track of myself. Haha. Love is like a little bit of joy in a hate filled life. Even if it is a friendly love, it's still an amazing amount of care the other person is setting aside for you. So does it matter who you love? Or are people just misunderstanding. Maybe it's a bit of both, I'm not sure but sometimes I do wonder if I can deny my love for some one. Then a second thought comes in my head and I realize I can't, I can only hide that it exists. Although I don't wish to hide it, I know I do sometimes.