I love you…

Has one ever visualized love? How does it look like or how does it sound? How does it feel like? Can someone smell it? Does it have any taste? Is it something eternal or does it vanish one day?  What can one do if your love does not have any purpose or response? Does love have any sense at all? Such queer questions occupy my  restless mind very often. So, let me share the voice of my head with you. :)

Love is Life. There are no unwanted children. Every human being has a great special meaning. Believe me – if you’re destined to exist, no matter how long – it is already a great evidence of Love. It is just important to see Love in your life – in every smile your way, every breath you take, every sip of water you have. I used to ask myself why there are so many suffering children and grownups. I still ask myself the same. But now I also believe that if someone is born despite the fact that s\he will have to go through many painful moments, it means this person must be very special and loved. Loved by Someone who wanted you to be born. Probably my words make no sense for atheists. I believe they do. There is nothing that would have no purpose. Universe is very logic. And we’re all puzzles. When we finish our life journey, we do not just disappear. We live. Forever live in hearts of someone we gave pieces of our hearts to. And we’re back to Love. We are born with Love and we leave to Love.

Love is Patience. I am terribly impatient. I hope to master this greatest art of arts – patience.
My great example of patience is my mama who carries me in her arms sometimes. It is far from easy. But she has never ever complained about it. Not a single word. She is my picture of love.
Love is invisible. It is plaited in my braids.

Love is warm – then how can one explain to me why my heart is warm when I see\hear\think about people I love?

Love is a great painkiller – when I take it my pain runs away from me.

Love itself is pain but this sort of pain makes you pure.
Love has no reasons. No “why” and “that’s unfair”. It is. Or it is not. But it often is.

I am happy to feel love from people who have never even met me. Well, there are maybe people who’d argue about it. How can love be virtual? ;) It can be different. Love can have a  moustache, wear glasses, have kidney\heart problems, bake a lovely cake for me, send me a sunshine smiley on skype…

I am grateful for feeling myself loved today. I am tired. Sometimes cross with myself and feeling like hiding away. But there are always loving hands and eyes surrounding me.  I hope to learn to love too. It’s like learning a foreign language – always stumbling on tricky constructions, facing misunderstandings, feeling lost but it’s the only thing that makes life complete and joyful. Nothing else matters. I love you…