I spread my Love to all of you who deserves,
We immerse ourselves in love scenes
We read ourselves to love literature
The only reason I could ever think of, to the existence of TWO genders is
to give and accept Love
Love is a beautiful thing. But, we always have this big question going on: What is Love? When we doubt Love, it becomes an ugly scene.Whenever insecurity strikes, our eyebrows furrowed like an arch, our eyes glaring, the edges of our lips and mouths turned into a frown, and suddenly, everything about him that used to be so gorgeous loses its colours. Perhaps, sometimes, we ought to ignore the question, and recalculate its importance.
It was his baby blue eyes that captured my heart.
But suddenly, you despised everything that comes in blue, even the sky.
It was that serious expression that he wears, that never fails to make my heart beats.
But all of a sudden, you loathed his seriousness in daily conversations which ended up into arguments.
Didn't you Love him at the very first, for he was him, but not anyone else brushing past you on the streets, and not those who appear on the television? What did it took you to turn Love into hatred? Fatigue, insecurity, or merely because you don't Love him any longer? So, did you really Love him in the first place? Or it merely was a temporary fire that burns in your loins, your neck, as his fingertips and soft lips ran across your delicate skin? How do you define Love, then?
We all have our versions of definitions for Love, because the way we feel are utterly different from one another. He could have looked her right in the eyes and said, 'I Love you,' but his Love would mean differently from hers. Maybe she Loved him, because of his gentleness, the way he combed her hair with his fingers and kissed her on her nose. Perhaps he Loved her, because of her hearty laughs, that rang in his ears, and that gave wrinkles in her eyes.
Whatever the reasons are, faith and belief are necessary to maintain things in beautiful forms. We all should learn to give trust to strangers. We all should try maybe once, to shut our eyes, but listen close to our hearts that say, 'Trust that you will not fall for he is right behind and ready to catch you in his arms.' Love should not be questioned; for even if we have the world halved, there wouldn't be a logical or scientific explanation to it. Because Love doesn't exist as a solid presence, that appears to touch, smell, and vision. It appears only to the 6th sense, the one that some have yet to discover.
Feel the Love, trust the instincts. We don't need to say 'I Love you' to prove that it is there. We can learn to feel and sense, what Love means to all of the HEs out there, through his eyes, his body, his touch, and his actions. After all, it is not only through speech that we communicate. We forget all the times, that body language is also a tool of communication. That is why a handshake with a strong grip could convey respects, a warm hug could spare loneliness, just as a gentle kiss on the lips could confess Love.
Every relationship in different ages and stages plays a role, each one distinguishing itself from another. For I am a young blood and a new face to this circle, I cannot and ought not to speak of myself too much. But I do have stories to be told, and histories to be kept, as I stumbled upon new experiences and lessons.
Whatever the reasons are, faith and belief are necessary to maintain things in beautiful forms. We all should learn to give trust to strangers. We all should try maybe once, to shut our eyes, but listen close to our hearts that say, 'Trust that you will not fall for he is right behind and ready to catch you in his arms.' Love should not be questioned; for even if we have the world halved, there wouldn't be a logical or scientific explanation to it. Because Love doesn't exist as a solid presence, that appears to touch, smell, and vision. It appears only to the 6th sense, the one that some have yet to discover.
Feel the Love, trust the instincts. We don't need to say 'I Love you' to prove that it is there. We can learn to feel and sense, what Love means to all of the HEs out there, through his eyes, his body, his touch, and his actions. After all, it is not only through speech that we communicate. We forget all the times, that body language is also a tool of communication. That is why a handshake with a strong grip could convey respects, a warm hug could spare loneliness, just as a gentle kiss on the lips could confess Love.
Every relationship in different ages and stages plays a role, each one distinguishing itself from another. For I am a young blood and a new face to this circle, I cannot and ought not to speak of myself too much. But I do have stories to be told, and histories to be kept, as I stumbled upon new experiences and lessons.
'So then, what is your story?' from,
Shae
A small reminder and apology,
*For I am writing on behalf of the SHEs, I have been using HEs throughout.*
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