Love Truly.

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You can’t kill love. You can’t even kill it with hate. You can kill in-love and loving and loveliness. You can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden, regret, but you can’t kill love itself.

Love as an emotion is something so pure and so clear that you can’t just ignore it. You know what to do. Nothing ever stops you from loving somebody-not age, not gender and certainly not birth. You might even hate the person you love after a point of time. But you can never stop loving them. That clarity and that confidence is so empowering, you know you can conquer the world.

Loving is caring. Loving is hoping and loving is for life. Love is so permanent and universal that everyone recognizes it. Love, like respect is not something you get. It is something that we give. And only by giving love can we ever be happy. Happiness can be measured by how much love you have to give.

It doesn’t matter who you love or what you love. It doesn’t matter how much that thing or person irritates you, but you are bound for life. You might hate that lovey-dovey couple you spot at the station and shy away from looking at them, but you know that one day you are going to be there. You might hate that girl who loves dogs, but you are that geek who loves books or to sing or to dance or sports or even horses. You might love cats and birds. But love is omnipresent.

Love is a passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever.

Once you’re in it, love is forever. It goes on even after one of you is dead. Even a paralyzed dancer loves dance. A writer during a writer’s block still loves writing. You try your best to attain the thing you love, but even if you don’t attain it, you still love it. You want to go over the best of times, but you also want to make new memories. You give your everything to the thing you love. You sacrifice and you don’t mind at the least.

At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread is that we won’t stop loving them, even after they’re dead and gone.

It is easy to be unhappy if your love isn’t reciprocated. But to hold on to that love even if we are not in touch is difficult.  You can’t give up on that feeling, because it is there to stay. Forever. You are ready to battle the world. You are ready to sail the seven seas. You know the meaning of always.

And when you love, it is always true. If it isn’t true, it isn’t love. Let yourself loose. Love. Fall. Get up and dust yourself and love again. Feel. Act. Live on. For that’s what we do: Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more. And we also love again, because truly, you’ve never stopped.

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Quotes courtesy: Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts.

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About TheBlackWallflower

I'm just your average unique person. I love to read and write (no surprises there, eh?) and think a lot. I adore Rowling and think Harry Potter should be a religion. I also hate pink. I love fluff generally because it makes me feel intelligent and I love poetry because it makes me feel different. (yes, references.) I'm married to Sirius Black. So I sign myself as The Bitch alarmingly often. Oh, and I love Mr. Darcy. And Jo Longo. And Chandler Bing. And Sherlock. (Yes, I'm a fantard.) And in case you want to drop in a good, or a critical word, feel free to email me: theblackwallflower@gmail.com OR, follow me on Twitter: @WallflowerBlack Enough with the babble. OkBye. View all posts by TheBlackWallflower

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