Romantic love is a mental illness. But it’s a pleasurable one. Fran Lebowitz
“One look at you I know that I am at home”.
“Come live in my heart and pay no rent”.
”you smile I melt”.
”I don’t care if you are sick. I will kiss you because you are worth catching a cold over”
“I love you, even when you fart in your sleep.
How lovely these words are to hear!!
But then do you believe what all said?
Even you believe this, are you sure, the intensity of love remains the same throughout?
My friend, don’t get fooled by these feelings and emotions.
Do you know the Irony?
You are responsible for not sustaining the love throughout!
Why I am telling you this?
Read this wisdom
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering’s, of tarnishing.” Anais Nin
Thank you.
Namaste 🙏🙏🙏
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