Love

I like you. The simplicity of such an absurd phrase undermines the very fundamental presence of love. Love shall not be the mere state of romanticism spoiling an individual from the complexity of affection enterprises. It’s very origin traces back to our humanity of being social animals, intercalated with kindness, acceptance, and openness in the form of intimacy, commitment, and truthfulness, respectively. Now the question becomes the justification to the need for defining the various kinds of love one is willing to accept. And the importance to understand the development of an explosive state of affection toward the clarification of love.

As absurd as it is, I like you and I love you. This perspective is written as I treasure the love through the most intricate and impressive friendship. The top among the list who respects your romanticism, who treasures your good, and who carefully admires and be thankful your ever-presence on the very special spot in my heart. Such love is undeniable, immiscible, time-tenacious, and its subjective denial serves no practical purpose except to fool ourselves. But shall we not interfere with this special relationship jackpotted from the finest probability possible. Never will I forget the happiness and peace achieved from within. With some very deep thoughts, I declare at no fault; nor so do you. Such suffocating and self-denying guilt are the consequences of not understanding the kind of love to be cherished and preserved. In which the very human feeling is gutlessly thought to be a 1 or 0 game: either being accepted or denied; either commit or bail; either venture or remain. The lockage of a socially defined relationship becomes the primary commitment in which two people shall deceitfully devote themselves into. The ideology has never worked in real-life nor ever will. But except, we do not understand the colorful spectrum and the tiny variation among love itself.

Instead, such internal reconciliation requires the puzzled individual to accept the feeling of love in open arms. And to understand the meaning and extent of love to be received. And to cherish this form of love with all aforementioned qualities with your own consciousness. This acceptance does not require any rings nor roses, rather a very inner, subtle, tranquil, and personal acknowledgment. Such unbounded intensity is low but persists, obvious but intrigue, sudden but periodic. The results of immense sincerity override all forms of the socially constructed definition of love, fundamentally drop the need to assign any love to a specific position, and the practice to predict its seemingly logical outcome. If genuine, love is acknowledged, the boundary of expression is respected, mutual growth is persisted; there is no need to worry about the outcome because a deceptive love is essentially powerless. This love plays little role in the pursuit of romanticism, but I beg sorrowfully to make it not a simple form of temporary sentiment and affection. To be the permanent treasure and memory.