Love is a distinct experience of falling and one sooner or later understands the precipice. But what of falling out of love?
If there is a sudden change in their temperament and you sense that they refrain from finding time in their life for you, then it is not just because they are busy, but you are definitely not their priorities.
Its always less about you more about him.
Loving is also trying to locate each other in your individual stories and knowing more about it all.
But of late, the interest regarding you is less and scooting towards a routine questionnaire and not a genuine intrigue that drives them.
Suddenly You find there has been no sharing of genuine thoughts over a long period of time, now.
Its all about me and selfishness around in smallest things. Humiliation when you demand.
it is the sixth sense that must be relied upon. You must give yourself some credit and rely on your senses, and you will know that the love is just space of exchange for things for each other
You won't believe how much I have seen you low and crying,” when I saw it, I knew something was wrong but I was too scared to know the reason. But yes I had already fell for your soul and seeing you in pain made me realise that I need to make you stronger and happier. Made you feel like princess every day , loved you more harder and passionately more then last day. Nurtured you to make you believe what you deserve and not to give up onto yourself in the hands of destiny.
Yes I know i am very clear why I do love you so much inspite of knowing everything about you because I know what's the pain of scars is , what's its to feel trapped or ignored. So I try my best not to hurt you. I waana make you believe nice guys are all around you. You just lose them by choosing the wrong ones. A label can't decide your fate or destiny or make you feel hopeless . At the end it's the care you feel from your heart that matters and I guess that's what's called love. Pure love .
Cares comes naturally in everything in every small action. Respect is earned not demanded .
Love is healer
Un anno fa nella mia vita entrava un esserino di appena 3 mesi, tutto orecchie, magro e spelacchiato. Oggi è diventata la padrona di casa, colei che ci comanda a bacchetta, colei che ci urla contro se le impediamo di fare cose pericolose, tipo saltare da una finestra all'altra. Colei senza la quale non potrei vivere. Un anno pieno di risate grazie a lei, un anno pieno di amore grazie a lei.
Tutta indipendente, tutta unica e preziosa, tutta così tanto particolare che non appena la accarezziamo si alza e ci manda a quel paese con un semplice sguardo e movimento di coda, ma poi quando decide di farci le fusa ci manda in un brodo di giuggiole.
La mia piccola.
La mia Luna.
E guai a chi me la tocca. 🖕