18/01/2021
, , romance, cosmic connections, intimacy and all that's rainbows, butterflies and the soft subtle background score of acoustic guitars and saxophones. When you lay your eyes on that one special person or just hold their hand and feel the blood rushing into their palms making them warm, where simultaneously your heart beats pulsating to that rhythm in absolute harmony, synchronising with your complete beings in to one; unifying the souls and making you whole, aware and connected not to just yourself but everything around you.
We all wish we have that but sadly, reality is different. love is all that and more it's not just the happy moments, the , cheesiness, the lovey dovey quotes, the cuddling, the exoticism and excitement it's a plethora of feelings, emotions and actions both negative and positive. It's not just enjoying all the good aspects but understanding, communicating and accepting each other at all times emotionally, physically and psychologically knowing each others wants, needs, strengths, weaknesses and respecting they're boundaries and personal space. It can be over bearing, down right smothering for both of you. The journey of keeping aside your differences to form a communion and being each others unconditional support and strength at all times, valuing each other for who and what they are not who they can be or should be. For me, I used to be inclined towards the latter(selfish I know) and then someone found me. We've been through thick and thin, together and apart. But always in each others thoughts she brings logic and reality to my insanity and fantasy.well for me I don't know what I give or do to deserve her but she's the most amazing person to have happened to be with me. She's the light at the end of the tunnel the shining stars in darky starry sky, the reflection of the sun setting on the rippled sea at the coast. No one's perfect it's finding the perfections in the mundane, monotony
To all of you reading this, everyone might have your own differences of opinions in your own limited capacity of thinking, but like my elders used to say don't judge a book by it's cover. Love is not pink or red, it's polychromatic.
