An Emotion Called Love

Around the globe, there are varieties. The variable concept of things can be changed from anything to everything. A human is same in interior but it works differently in an evitable way.

However from my experience, as for my research after meeting people, talking to them I sorted out that there's an emotion, or a feeling related to it which can be seen in people for people or for things. In a multi relation between humans and things.

It's a definition which can be stated technically as well as on an emotional level. Love. Yes, it can be technical. It can get virtually so strong inside us that it takes control of our mind and our decision making process. Love is not quantifiable. It's much more than our fingers can count. The measurement of it can't be defined it units.

I don't know if love as a concept defies any theories or it just rebuilds itself as a layered architecture on different topics. Because it can be sensed and seen in people. Even if you try to bring out logical explanation about it's existence, love somehow takes a turn from somewhere to move further.

On an emotional scale, we can give our opinions a different taste about it's appearance.

What is love ?
Why it occurs in phases ?
Is there a reason?

Its everywhere, the reason, the origin, the beginning and of course the end. Love is beautiful, its a journey, where every end beholds one new beginning. The most peaceful yet the most hurting word I would say. Love is a tragedy, also a fairy tale.

But we always forget love when something negative arrives, we agree to that love is everywhere but we don’t really mean it when the time comes. People make love the reason behind their broken heart, they make love the reason behind their loved one going far. Love never betrays in fact it heals, realization is what love does. Yet we miss out on the very important part of it. The negativity. The drastic change which occurs when something disastrous happens is that we stop loving, we forget what love is. We say love betrays us but we leave its hand when we require it the most so that we can survive. If love lives in our happiness, it takes a room in our pain too. Its not up to us to decide that who can love us, also who we can love.

It just comes, stays for a while and leaves. But one fine day love will come and stay, forever.

So keep love for people around you, even for the people who dont love you back. Because its yours and only yours.