(Written after reading the book by Ravinder Singh with the same name)
3rd March '12
I don't know what love is or what is the difference between your love and my love, I just know that we are all different. Love is different to all of us. It may mean different things. But what I do know is that love cannot survive alone. It needs trust, respect, understanding, humor and many more things to keep it going. Love is a whole package of all these things inside. It does not come alone, it cannot survive alone.
Love never ends. It just stays there, in a small corner somewhere in your heart ready to warm you as and when you let it. This love then can also be for another person.
Loving again is much more insecure than loving for the first time. First love is just such a rush of blissful emotions, while the second time you're aware of all the hurt it can cause. There are more inhibitions than expectations, more fears than dreams.
I think loving again is more intense. The first time you keep an undiscovered part to yourself. But the second time, you give your all. I am not mentioning momentary love here. I talk of never ending love for someone, where no matter how much you try not to but you still care for the person. One that is not rational, one that makes you go crazy many times, one that lets you surrender.
I don't know about first love, never really delved deep into it but second love, yes, that would be revealing myself completely. Love that was left unsaid has to be revealed the next time. The second time it's more clear, aware that it may not work. The first time tragedy strikes and you get yourself back together, next time it happens you know what to do.
Yes, love can happen twice but it takes courage. Courage to give that broken heart to someone again. A lot more courage it took the first time. It makes you more mature. Not everyone is that courageous. Not everyone can fall in love again, very few dare to do it.
Love makes your heart bigger, selfless, eager to make the one you love happy in any which way. The same love can also break your heart, in such little pieces that it may become impossible to join them back again. Love is both surreal and real. It involves dreams as well as reality. But most of all it requires two people who understand and live for each other and themselves.
3rd March '12
I don't know what love is or what is the difference between your love and my love, I just know that we are all different. Love is different to all of us. It may mean different things. But what I do know is that love cannot survive alone. It needs trust, respect, understanding, humor and many more things to keep it going. Love is a whole package of all these things inside. It does not come alone, it cannot survive alone.
Love never ends. It just stays there, in a small corner somewhere in your heart ready to warm you as and when you let it. This love then can also be for another person.
Loving again is much more insecure than loving for the first time. First love is just such a rush of blissful emotions, while the second time you're aware of all the hurt it can cause. There are more inhibitions than expectations, more fears than dreams.
I think loving again is more intense. The first time you keep an undiscovered part to yourself. But the second time, you give your all. I am not mentioning momentary love here. I talk of never ending love for someone, where no matter how much you try not to but you still care for the person. One that is not rational, one that makes you go crazy many times, one that lets you surrender.
I don't know about first love, never really delved deep into it but second love, yes, that would be revealing myself completely. Love that was left unsaid has to be revealed the next time. The second time it's more clear, aware that it may not work. The first time tragedy strikes and you get yourself back together, next time it happens you know what to do.
Yes, love can happen twice but it takes courage. Courage to give that broken heart to someone again. A lot more courage it took the first time. It makes you more mature. Not everyone is that courageous. Not everyone can fall in love again, very few dare to do it.
Love makes your heart bigger, selfless, eager to make the one you love happy in any which way. The same love can also break your heart, in such little pieces that it may become impossible to join them back again. Love is both surreal and real. It involves dreams as well as reality. But most of all it requires two people who understand and live for each other and themselves.
I like the simplicity..:) Nicely done! :) - (Eucalyptus)
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