Torn pages

Going too close to the person you love most is not only a matter of obligation, But, it is also a matter of choice. Love is neither a person nor a place as such. Love is our mind’s conception of that person or place. That is why it’s pure, sublime, flawless, a story of it’s own.

And, as a matter of fact, sometimes that image of ‘love’ varies from the actual real thing. And sometimes we tend to keep it like this.

Love is unconditional. We don’t love for a reason. There’s no reason behind it. We love because we love. It is as complicated as this.

Let us love to love ❤

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