Early in life, we hear the word “love” spoken; more, we feel our parents’ love, through their concern for our welfare, their sacrifices, their acceptance of the people, and the things that would make us happy, sometimes at the expense of their own comfort and preferences.
Children seldom fully comprehend what love is, until they are put to the test, as they sometimes are. Only later in life does the meaning of love becomes clear. For some people, even, it never does. And these are the people so wrapped up
in themselves that they are incapable of love in the true sense of the word.
Oh yes! They can say they love others, but sometimes it doesn’t really mean they do.
For to love is to feel for your loved one, to suffer with and for that person, to know a sense of incompleteness without that person and a feeling of contentment with your only one’s company.
Many have tried to fathom the why’s and wherefore’s of love, to analyze why this particular person came to love that one so intensely. No one has come with the right answers yet and I certainly don’t intend to try.
Call it chemistry, call it fate, that brings two people together at such a time and at such a place, casting both under the spell of love. I only know that such things happen, and lucky are the ones to whom true love comes.
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