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Array of Chaos Part 2: LOVE

There are few moments in life you always despise, the moments when you can’t interpret your own thoughts, you can’t identify with yourself. This article is written in one of such weak moments, since these moments are characterized by the fuzziness of thoughts which offer no such underlying relations, thus the article lacks a unifying theme in itself and is more of a realization of various unrelated emotions. This is second part of the article which has been trisected


Love always poses a pertinent question “Whether what I feel is love?” But then the question is ambiguous as we can never clearly state what love is; it’s just a word in its own, the emotions you associate with it truly defines what the word signifies for you and even then this definition is subject to modification for a person as well, ‘What we felt was a divine bond few years ago may seem like an infatuation later’. I can never be an authority to tell what love really is; maybe I still don’t know myself. But it is worth sharing the forms of love I have come across which clear defies those ideal definition of I have heard of.  Significance of love at different times in our lives is tumultuous, in spite of  this, we never get tired of seeking love, may be because love is an extreme form of the social acceptance we seek. It is difficult to overlook the extent to which the idea of love, the unification of thoughts, the intertwining of life, appeal to our senses. It’s useless to argue what love really is, and its meaning should be left to individual’s discretion. But one thing is for sure, no one is certain when they are in love according to their own understanding as well,  so what most of us do is we make ourselves believe that we are in love, and may be this ability to make ourselves believe that we are in love with someone is what love truly is.

It’s not what I feel of you,
It’s what I believe you make me feel.
All I know is I want to love you,
Who cares love is dream or real.


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