If you look closely, all the things that happen around us, good or bad has the intention of “Love” behind it. Love can create, love can destroy and love can kill. Most importantly LOVE has no language
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
I truly believe that LOVE i a shallow word. Love is sinful. It is a lifetime imprisonment of broken promises and unfulfilled aching. Love churns the soul inside out and it wears out the hope and craving of fulfillment. Falling in love is excruciatingly simple. But nobody warns us what happens after that. How do you go through with the drama and continue basking in it till forever comes? Maybe it’s supposed to hurt so much and shatter every iota of resilience withering away with dignified glory in you.
But here’s the thing. Love is the gravest kind of crime that you can commit. Only in this case, the guilty and the abused remain you. Nevertheless, as for myself, I don’t know what’s worse, drowning in the waves of love or dying in its sheer thirst. So punish me, anyway.