This is such a common topic in young people's conversations, and one the older people like to avoid, which suggests that to every individual love is a different thing. From my point of view, most of it, obviously, is not limited to the typical love relationship we think of. In fact, if I was talking from that perspective, I couldn't, because (Alhamdulillah) I haven't yet found myself sailing that rocky boat. To start with, I once read that lust is like trying on clothes, while love is finding an outfit to keep. As for love, I think it is the most persistent and undeniable reality of life. Some people say it happens automatically, some voluntarily, and others say it is an inborn matter, a grip and bond between two souls. Love can make you bear any kind of pain and any kind of sacrifice. Sometimes when you love and end up giving so much of yourself, subconsciously you only discover how much you've given when the person you love hurts you or has to say goodbye. Tears are bound to shed from your eyes, no matter how you force yourself to keep them in. Well, that's what you get for caring so much about someone. Love is an eruption of feelings buried within a heart longing to break free. You can't find it, love finds you. And you do not fall in love, you grow to love, and then love grows in your beloved. And its foundation - respect.
(Again, this has nothing to do with the Laila/Majnoon talk)
(Again, this has nothing to do with the Laila/Majnoon talk)




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