somethings muddled in mind. that dont really convey meaning...but things that always occupy my mind:
We learn a lot in life. Of pure facts and of the most misted fantasies…but why it is that sometimes there are things that aren’t just the way we can comprehend?
Love
Discrimination
Fate
I could go on. But here I speak not much. Just about this, seemingly tiny but extraordinarily important thing…love. what is love? is it when butterflies flutter in your tummy every time you think of him…or is when you feel a shiver every time she brushes you. No, I don’t think so. I may not know what love is but I surely know what love isn’t .
Love is not about knowing how much you can cry for him. It is about knowing that you will be able to stop his tears just in time. Its not about buying her loads of jewellery..or pampering her on a date. It’s about able to make her smile every moment you spend together. Love isn’t about how much time you spend together, its about the quality of time you spend together.
Sometimes beauty makes people fall in love. But sometimes it’s amazing when love makes people beautiful. When there’s love everything else just looks right Then why is it that love makes me even more insecure. Why is that every time I see him I just feel like burying my face…why?. Why?.
“Why is it that every time we think it’s over…there always comes another look, another coffee that makes us feel ‘okay. I think this is the one!’ Where there is love, there is pain.” Then why is it that we all helplessly fall into it? And that too again and again…
“'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all” – Tennyson
I try to face away…but it’s true. However far we try to run, it chases us. A shadow that doesn’t hit us right away,but conquers us in the end. A warrior, that enslaves us and never sets us free. A kind of madness, that in itself drugs us to it.
Love is pain. Love is madness. Love is it all and maybe more.
“Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.” - Zora Neale Hurston
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