Hi Stefanie, First of all, a well written piece! Good job! 

My comments as below, yellow hilights are possible alternatives...I have also changed the don'ts, wasn't, etc to its full form as "do nots, was nots" etc - maybe a hangover from the more conservative way of writing but I feel in a formal essay, they should be written in their full form.

What is love?

This is a question we have all asked to of ourselves at least once in our life. Does love actually mean something? For From what I can tell (May not be necssary to have this phrase), every time that I feel like I know the answer, something proof proves me wrong. My short (little?) experience has shown me how much do I do not actually don't know and even though I have felt in love before, then I've have come to realized that that it was not wasn't love at all. So why do we keep asking this question to ourselves? I have gotten come to think that this is a natural feeling that some of us get to have. There is a book that talks about love as a lethal disease and how the world would be better off without it (and it is actually not that bad (a world) )but then I think about the things that I like, the things that I love, and there we have that word again. Who would I be without the things I like (or love?) the most? Would I be myself "me" at all? This question let leads us withto more questions than answers. There are so many things that can provide us "love", ; music, reading, painting, playing, places, accomplishments, friends, family and your other half, your person(?). I would like to get deeper into the last one, your other half. ( I am not sure how this sentence fits the passage before or after it.Kind of left hanging by itself? May have misunderstood, apologies)

 Some of us are just troubled by nature and only the gods know why, and how do I know this? I consider myself one of them, a poor souls that feels too much for their her own sake and the worst part? is, it feels good. We are always finding love in the wrong places, thinking that they we can maybe change the rules of the game but that's even though it is not likely to happen, still yet, it doesn't does not stop us from trying it over and over again. That old thought that love can overcome everything gives people hope to keep going with their craziness; it is no wonder why there are so many fatal couples.
Love, on the other hand, is a feeling that gets inside your body, you can feel its warmth in your chest, sometimes you can feel as if ants are swarming the palm of your hand or your stomach is so sick that you feel as if you can actually throw up all your organs so as to fill your inside with the only feeling of love.
So there you have it, a question with so many right and wrong answers like the beginning of the universe, giving us the thought that none of them are entirely right or wrong because the perspective always changes.

Thanks to the one that inspired me.