Is it when 80% of your facebook friends post on your wall, calling you dearie and many many other wonderful things just on your birthday?
Is it when they realize that you have succeeded in going abroad for whatsoever reason, and feel the need to keep in touch?
Is it when you hitch a job with Exxon Mobil and invite friends to a birthday dinner at Oriental hotel, and they all turn up?
Is it when we play a game based on only your own set of rules?
Is it when you buy me expensive gifts and I proclaim it to the world via social media?
Is it when we are picture-perfect, me in Mary Kay foundation and Mac ruby woo lipstick, you in a dapper daring ensemble?
That thing we call love, what is it?