Those four-letter words seem like waiting for rain in a drought. And when the rain finally comes, it does not stay for long. There’s an inherent longing, a yearning that fills the void until that moment when it finally arrives. Yet, just as swiftly as it appears, it departs, leaving behind a mosaic of memories. You are only left with memories of what it felt like and you cling to these memories till when it rains again.
I’ve traversed the spectrum of love, witnessing its varied shades. Sometimes, it’s unrequited, where the heart beats fervently for someone who cannot reciprocate those feelings. Other times, it’s the cruel irony of recognizing love when the timing is awry, a realization that comes after the window of opportunity has closed shut. However, amidst these complexities, there exists a pristine form of love—one that transcends reciprocation—a love selflessly given regardless of its return. This sacred love often manifests most profoundly in the unconditional bond between a mother and her children, where affection flows boundlessly without expectations of equivalence.
Love, entwined with its hedonistic cousin, lust, occupies a distinct space. The nuances between them are intricate, often blurred by desire and emotions. I refrain from delving into the finer details, leaving those questions to be pondered in the silent chambers of one’s soul. Contemplate your desires, and chart your course toward them. In this contemplation, I find myself questioning whether the fluttering of butterflies within signifies pure emotion or merely a fleeting rush of lust. At times, it feels as though my rationality takes leave, swept away by the intoxicating whirlwind of feelings. In those moments, I revel in the sensation, cherishing it like the rain in a drought, and when it dissipates, I grasp onto the recollections, holding them close like cherished tokens of an elusive past.
What is love? Is it encapsulated in the fluttering sensation of butterflies dancing within? Or does it manifest through incessant thoughts of the cherished individual? Could it be the profound yearning for their company when they’re absent? Perhaps it thrives in the shared passions and the effortless connection forged through mutual hobbies. Is it revealed in the subtle transformations within ourselves, as we willingly embrace unfamiliar activities simply to bring joy to the one we hold dear? Does it materialize in the pragmatic approach of understanding realities and actively working to sustain the bond? Is it about finding someone who checks most, if not all, of our criteria, aligning with our desires and preferences?
Love, this intricate tapestry of emotions, doesn’t solely rely on one definitive characteristic or trait. It’s a melange—a fusion of the ethereal and the tangible, blending emotions, actions, and connections that vary in significance for each individual. The bottom line is that if you happen to fall in love, cherish it. If you fall in “delulu” do it with your eyes wide open and engaging all of your senses. Do not lose yourself in the name of love. While on a love journey, find yourself, better yourself and take yourself seriously.
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