WHAT IS LOVE ?
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
why we love ?
The best part about being in-love is when you just love a person & you are happy about it. Even if that person can never be yours, even if you know it can’t last forever. That’s the true essence of love – It’s not about winning someone & it’s not about owning a relationship. It’s about being happy because you know you’ve loved someone & it’s about being guiltless because you know that you didn’t take away someone from anybody. You just loved, and loved unselfishly.
Only eyes speaks truth, neither the mirror nor lips.
Only the person who cares u can see pain in your eyes.
While everyone else still believes in your smile
When U kiss me
I close my eyes away,
We float to paradise,
And all the people who stop to see,
Softly whisper,
"They were meant to be."
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WHAT IS LOVE ?
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
why we love ?
The best part about being in-love is when you just love a person & you are happy about it. Even if that person can never be yours, even if you know it can’t last forever. That’s the true essence of love – It’s not about winning someone & it’s not about owning a relationship. It’s about being happy because you know you’ve loved someone & it’s about being guiltless because you know that you didn’t take away someone from anybody. You just loved, and loved unselfishly.
Only eyes speaks truth, neither the mirror nor lips.
Only the person who cares u can see pain in your eyes.
While everyone else still believes in your smile
While everyone else still believes in your smile
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| When U kiss me I close my eyes away, We float to paradise, And all the people who stop to see, Softly whisper, "They were meant to be."
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