Love is a journey. A myriad of emotions, trying to survive in a world that talks too much, but feels so little. People try to define it through complex descriptions like “Situationship,” “Flings,” “Flirtationship,” and more.
But love, in its essence, is a feeling. A feeling that wants you to let go of everything you thought you knew about yourself. It breaks you apart only to reassemble you again.
It leaves you questioning all you ever knew about love. But it is the finest sort of unlearning you will ever experience!
The most difficult part of falling in love is that it does not come in any clean, nice package. You don’t see it coming. Love does not proclaim itself with confidence. It oozes its way in. It changes your priorities. The things that mattered before become trivial. You begin to listen more. You begin to observe instead of investigating.
Falling in love is a sequence of little joys and acknowledgements. A longer-than-normal silence. A silence that is safe and never embarrassing.
It is like being accepted for who you are without having to pretend. Such acceptance has the power to change you in a way that logic can’t.
The reason why one can’t explain love might be that love is beyond reason, has no rules, cannot be planned, and cannot be forced.
I can vaguely recall my moment of falling in love. It wasn’t some climactic moment. It was an ordinary night. Nights like that often disappear in one’s memory as time passes by. But that night had a kind of intoxication mixed with it.
We were sitting in silence. Each of us doing our own thing. But I wasn’t thinking about how to break the silence. For the first time in my life, I felt comfortable in that silence. It was then that I became aware that my love wasn’t asking for my attention. It already had it.
To me, love has always been synonymous with kindness. Loving my parents, my partner, and my children has always felt like a rollercoaster. Full of excitement, thrill, and introspection, teaching me how to develop an honest relationship with myself.
Love has always somehow loosened tensions that I did not know existed within me.
Love is never about arriving at point B from point A or having a “happily ever after.” It is about finding that breathless silence after an arduous day.
One of the most mysterious things is that no matter how tangled the road becomes, you remain yourself. You want to keep walking no matter what, because the journey of falling in love becomes your home!