Love happens the way do not imagine. It comes to our life, make us blind about everything and go. When I talk about love, I think of the dusty roads of the city where we walked together for the first time.
With every single step, we try to know each other. Love does not teach us to judge but to know from the heart. Love teaches us to move and not to hold back. Love is that sound which you often forget to hear but when it comes, it leads you out of this world. Everbody in this world are suffering in their own way when love comes to us is does not talk about suffering but teaches us to enjoy every moment.
My kind of love is madness. If there is no madness that is not loving. Love cannot be rational because something irrational is magical. People often forget that love is not about the craving to be together. But it is just staying the real self around the person you love. I remember the first time held her hands to cross a road of the city. Love is about that first touch. After that, I have touched her many more times but that adventure was not there.
We do not want to feel the love but want to realize that we are needed somewhere. We can die alone but not without love. Every day we love the person more and more. If we try to forget someone, it is just that we are keeping the person in a special room. Love is not about forgetting but to cherish the memories. If I ever meet her in my life, I might not want to hug her but to follow her gaze. When I talk about love, I talk about memories. Love makes the best memories of our life. Forcing us to forget love is denying to stay with the best of the memories. When I talk about love, I think of the silence between us and not the moans.