Love
"It seems to me that love
Is labelled poison
That we'd drink anyways"
Here's a topic, which I've mentioned in most of blogs indirectly, all the time. But these 4 letters, damn they deserve an entire series of blogs on them.
Love. Affection? Fondness? Intimacy perhaps?
Or wait.
Just love is just fine.
Here we are. Stuck in the rut, in a rat race, always want to stand first, always want to defy our past, always want to be popular, have the perfect caption and most likes and prettiest comments. Here we are. Stuck in love. And if not stuck. Waiting to be stuck. Stuck in love.
It's hard business you now, love. It's not just mushy pictures and sloppy kisses. It's not just holding hands. It's so much harder than that. So much more devastating. So much more killing. It's sacrifice. It's putting your partner's mistakes behind of now. It's forgiving. It's being selfless. It's being a candle in pitch darkness. It's letting go of little things you want to do, just to be with the one you love.
It's everything but so hard. It's happiness, it's pleasure, but on the contrary, it's so much pain too. Unidentified pain. It's like backache. Won't show you anything in x-rays, but you know it's there.
Love it letting go of everything that comes in between. It's being the dumb one. It's about those unpragmatic decisions. It's about sometimes, just letting go and believing in love. Love, isn't about the big dates you take her for, or about the very expensive necklace you got her. It's about making a fort with pillows and cushions, it's video-calling all the time just because you miss her and she misses you so much.
It's about giving up. On humdrum, mundane things, just to feel this even more humdrum and mundane feeling of being important.
It's another kind of satisfaction. Quitting the important things just to give her the chills. Making her go like "Holy God, he did this?" It's about making him go like "Shit, what has she done?" It's another feeling to feel like a fairytale sometimes. Love, is about never giving up on the other person. It's about accepting the other person for who they are. It's about accepting their flaws, it's about accepting their weird English accent, it's about moving on with from the dumbest mistakes they've made. And sometimes, love is concealing how hurt you are when they hurt you. Love is about the loss you occur for the gain only you know how it feels.
So love. Love with all your heart. It's a messy world. It's a damned world with way too much in the way that stands in front of you. But love? It's like a little perfume of a fairytale you carry. For you know what? Love's that escape from being stuck in the rat race. Love is your little happy place.
Because no matter how much you guys must fight, no matter how many swears it takes too, you can't sleep alone at night. If you really love them, they'll trace their lines back to you. The dots will join to form a map they'll follow to you. It's destined. Don't mess with destiny. Don't you want to be loved? :)
It's everything but so hard. It's happiness, it's pleasure, but on the contrary, it's so much pain too. Unidentified pain. It's like backache. Won't show you anything in x-rays, but you know it's there.
Love it letting go of everything that comes in between. It's being the dumb one. It's about those unpragmatic decisions. It's about sometimes, just letting go and believing in love. Love, isn't about the big dates you take her for, or about the very expensive necklace you got her. It's about making a fort with pillows and cushions, it's video-calling all the time just because you miss her and she misses you so much.
It's about giving up. On humdrum, mundane things, just to feel this even more humdrum and mundane feeling of being important.
It's another kind of satisfaction. Quitting the important things just to give her the chills. Making her go like "Holy God, he did this?" It's about making him go like "Shit, what has she done?" It's another feeling to feel like a fairytale sometimes. Love, is about never giving up on the other person. It's about accepting the other person for who they are. It's about accepting their flaws, it's about accepting their weird English accent, it's about moving on with from the dumbest mistakes they've made. And sometimes, love is concealing how hurt you are when they hurt you. Love is about the loss you occur for the gain only you know how it feels.
So love. Love with all your heart. It's a messy world. It's a damned world with way too much in the way that stands in front of you. But love? It's like a little perfume of a fairytale you carry. For you know what? Love's that escape from being stuck in the rat race. Love is your little happy place.
Because no matter how much you guys must fight, no matter how many swears it takes too, you can't sleep alone at night. If you really love them, they'll trace their lines back to you. The dots will join to form a map they'll follow to you. It's destined. Don't mess with destiny. Don't you want to be loved? :)
"Love?
Oh that drug we still need to take moderation on."
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