Love is the strangest and yet the strongest emotion there is.

For some, just the right

amount of chemicals at the right time at the right place, and for others well, it’s just
anything and everything out there; right from the first kiss to the last breath, from “the
so-called extra ten seconds hug filled with warmth and wishes” to the broken smiles
and teary eyes and beyond.

An omnipresent feeling just being everywhere, a soldier’s love for his country, a
mother’s love for her son, a father’s love for his newborn, a man’s love for a woman,
vice versa and so many more; the purest form of affection exceeding the boundaries
of materialism and expectations of anything in return, be that as may love itself.

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Love of the home, for the sweet smell of familial streets where one grew. The sunset
like a glowing sack in between the two mountains shying away back to home and the
swaying cold breeze with a chilling embrace, and the colossal lights from apartment
miles from one’s terrace looking as if crystals grew out of the trees and waving one
back, welcome home!!
Love is selflessly owing to one and selfishly neglecting another, or maybe it is an
orphan and thus always on the lookout to belong somewhere, mayhap love is human
with a thousand emotions of its own and, we are inhumane enough to be blinded by
the beauty or we just are complacent by the mirage of its farthest feel-alike.-

Some just love the idea of being in love, being for once unapologetically empathetic
and falling in love as if plummeting into the deepest black hole in space there is,
apparently love can be butterflies, beyond and more even in the realm of unliving.
Love is being said and unsaid and everything in between. A caress of your partner
as your carefree haven or just a kiss on the forehead.

Love is all of those little things, from stealing the siblings’ share of well literally
everything, trying weird combinations of oreo and peanut butter, idle gossip with your
best friend, unplanned college bunks, having the most senseless conversations with
your squad at three o’clock in the morning, love is finding things the moment you
need it, a games period instead of mathematics, an extra ride for the same coin, an
extra dumpling, just a stranger’s smile or even a joke that made your day.

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Real love is hard to find and true love is harder and yes indeed there is a difference
in case you’re wondering. I guess I’ll leave that to your imagination though, but
remember what shows courage is your ability to love, love the unlovable, the
undeserving, or simply the ones who are incapable of loving oneself. Love is
kindness, humility, and compassion. It’s hope in the darkest of times or maybe it’s
just the darkness disguised, spending too much time in the light.

Love is Love, undefined, illogical, weird, awkward, and well, all the other bunch of
words you just might not be expecting here. Is it a journey? But doesn’t all journeys
have destinations, does love have a destination? Can you ever really unlove
someone, ever? Is it a puzzle, or something happening between two people, just like
that? Is it a choice? Does everyone get a say in it? maybe, maybe not but then
again, it is your place to answer, isn’t it? Or is it?

Keep reading and keep exploring and if you wish to buy me coffee or smth feel free
:). Have a marvelous day ahead!! Cheers!!