Love is not an emotion or it would fade away like anger. Love is not a mood or it would change the next day. Love is not a response to a stimuli or it would vanish after the cause. Love is not a state or one could come out of it. Love is not a disease or it wouldn't be a reason for living. Love is not life or it would not be something to die for. Love is not religion or it would bind its followers. Love is not tangible or it could be locked and never be lost. Love is not intangible or one would never be able to give it. Love is not a destination, or the traveler would look for a new one when one's reached it. Love is not a journey or traveler could change his destination.
Love cannot be looked for, neither does it finds you if u are not looking for it. Love is not permanent, but it never seems transient. Love cannot be bound, neither will it stay if you do not hold onto it. Love cannot last without commitment, but commitment cannot guarantee love. Love leaves as subtly as it comes. Love is best felt when it has left.
Love is a disease, the worst affliction when not returned. It lingers on and on for years to come eating away the happiness around you. It eats away the optimism and the reasons to live begin to fade.
Love is an emotion when it appears. Its the rush of chemicals in every corner of the body. Its that ecstatic feeling which cause goose pimples from head to toe. Its the flow of optimism which makes this world beautiful all of a sudden. Its the confidence that nothing can go wrong with the life.
Love is the medicine of its own affliction. Only love can cure itself. Although, like all diseases it fights the medicine. Only when the individual is ready to defeat the misery, the medicine works and affliction is cured. The reasons to live emerge stronger than ever; Optimism starts running in the veins. The medicine though may have its own side-effects.
Its also a state when her relentless senseless talks keep you entranced. Its also a state when her smiling face is all you want to keep warm. Its also a state when you go out of the way to help her. Its also a state when you alter your plans to be with her a little longer. Its a state when you help her fulfill her dreams when you know this might take her away from you forever.
Love is a religion for it gives you a way of life, it sets you free to be yourself but you return to it on your own. You do what she would have liked you to do, you act the way she would have liked it. She may not be there to watch you but you owe it to your goddess of love.
Love is intangible for you can feel it so close to you but cannot reach it. It warms your heart but its source is not close anywhere. Its the aroma in the gardens but the flower is hidden. Its the wind cooling sweat but you cannot grasp it.
Commitment cannot guarantee love. Once the love is lost, no amount of commitment can restore it. Its the emotional dependence which keeps her hooked on to love. Its not love but the one's weakness, the pessimism which makes her keep trying for the lost love. Love cannot last if he doesn't hold onto it. Love cannot be bound.
Love is a response to the stimuli to feel anger when you see her tattered soul. Its also a response to feel that pain in heart when she cries. Its also the response when your hands suddenly brush hers. Its also a response when for no reason she touches you. Its a response to hold her when she falls in your arms.
Love is also a mood which is at its best when you are with that special someone. Love is a different mood when you are thinking of her. Its a different mood when someone is talking about her. Its a different mood when someone is getting too close to her. Its a different mood when you run hand in hand in a cool clear sun.
Love becomes such a tangible thing. It becomes so easy to shower it on her. She enjoys every moment of it and you fall in love with her every smile and every laugh again. Love seems a journey with no destination. When the journey is so beautiful who would like it to end. Loving her become the end to all the means, destinations to all the journeys, result of all the effort.The time seems to have stopped, everything seems to be there for ever. Love seem to linger in the air.
Love leaves as subtly as it had come... why hang onto the lost love? Why not welcome a new feeling? Why not fall in love again? Why not honor a love which honors her?
Love is best felt when love is lost! Hold onto it while you can! Don't miss this train...
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