The Boundaries of Love

What does it take for a life to be called happy? So here's mine, will you call it happy? I was scoring big scores in my college. I wasn't the topper, but 9.65 SGPA out of 10 is quite enough to be satisfied. I got placed in 2 companies for the matter of getting placed. Although I was going to do my Masters in Computer Application. I had my final year project completed while most of my classmates were still figuring out the topic for their projects. I was living in a beautiful spacious flat. No such desires to make me feel something is missing in my life. But I wasn't happy. I had the right social circle. People respected me. So, what was missing? I got caring parents. A healthy, stable future ahead if not successful. Even successful people are not always happy, and the people from the middle class are more comfortable than them. Like mine was. What we all realise once in our life is, for sure, the passage of time. Maybe, that was what worried me. Hearing all the tales of love from the beautiful to the horrifying ones, all I ever wanted was to fall in one. But not alone. I wanted to fall in love to rise in love. Maybe, with the time what I feared was not getting the opportunity to fall in love and experience it. Experience, whether or not all those words others write and say about it are all real or just fiction like those novels which I read whose stories almost always felt a real story to me. People say love has no boundaries, but I see boundaries in it every time I try to fall in love with someone.