l̅̅o̅̅v̅̅e̅ ̅i̅̅s̅ ̅i̅̅n̅ ̅t̅̅h̅̅e̅ ̅d̅̅a̅̅r̅̅k̅̅n̅̅e̅̅s̅̅s̅

𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼

love: a feeling of peace, excitement, happiness and faith.
self-respect doesn't affect me anymore. I feel over the moon, and my imagination is killing me more.
Thinking about love all day, kissing their photos and still having no wish for sleep, I started listening to romantic songs no craving for food anymore.
suddenly they leave us......
I felt like dying, no more sleep again.
crying over their photo with broken songs on
we all have stories like this....

The helpless us then, move to others to seek help.

but why? again for getting betrayed.
You know these things slowly-slowly will kill the innocence of you, the innocence of us, innocence of mine.

The heart with so much oppression can never be loved, you can't accept love while being depressed.

love isn't limited to couples but to the smile of a child, or the voice of someone.

we can even appreciate materialistic possessions. Your love for old-school benches, a secret diary or a dish.

I don't think it's worth it to open your heart to everyone, limit it to some specials.

it's not, obviously, why should you feel heavyhearted when your heart can be loved by some people, no there isn't anyone to love you then,

include yourself to that someone or may be your favourite dress likes you that's the reason you look pleasent in it.

You never want a cold heart or a strong body to deal with the world, love never teaches this,

it teaches faith, trust, and peace

indeed, should be done with the right people or the right thing at the right time...

for me, love is "writing" 

it's an "evening walk under the beautiful sky"

it's "laughing with family"

it's "being independent"

see it's so simple to be happy!

                                                                                                                                   -theeccentrichuman