Sometimes… just really sometimes… you wonder what this other person is doing.
If they are thinking about you?
If they worry about you?

You keep wondering what they are doing at this exact moment.

If they are reading a book or sleeping.
If they are watching a movie or are out with friends.
If they are looking at the same sky and searching for the same falling star to make the very same wish as you do.
If they see a couple walking in the park and remember about you and times you were walking together holding hands and laughing just like this couple does.

Sometimes we lose. We don’t want to but it happens. We can’t control it but it’s there. We cry about it but it is hardly within our powers to change anything. And then we break down.

A person who seemed unbreakable – breaks.
A person who seemed so strong – crumbles.
A person who always laughed it off – cries.
A person who would never stop trying – is about to give up and quit.

From all the mysteries life has gifted us love is the most mysterious mysterybecause everyone has their own answers to the question what love is and yet nobody does.
How many times you have been asked about what love is. And how many times you tried to come up with the answer, which could possibly match all the aspects of love. And how many times you had to compromise with the vocabulary that is never enough to be worth the beauty of this feeling. Countless…

As promised, I am back to Tuesday Love Ramblings and am giving you my word that I will be regular with it, mixing old and new ones depending on the workload. For those not familiar with them I want to say only one thing - stick around on Tuesdays and you will grasp the concept. It is really simple. It is all about love. Here. Now. Yesterday. Tomorrow. Just love.

Here is the first one of this series of posts.

“I’m afraid of falling,” she said.
“I have wings,” he whispered.

“How do I know if this is a true love?” Someone asked me recently.

I was confused. Not that I didn’t know what to answer. In fact I answered instantly. I seem to have had the answer for this question since ages. Maybe I knew it all the time. And now was only waiting for someone to ask me.

“If it’s love it’s true,” I answered.

“How do you know it is love then?” I was asked. I really saw it coming. Nobody would just accept the answer I have given.

“My hair is a mess.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“No, seriously, just look at me. The Beast would look a Beauty compared to me.” She laughed.

He looked at her as she asked and could not really figure what her problem was. She was perfect. Her composed face reflected a quiet essence of maturity and confidence. Her blue eyes sparkled with joy and could penetrate deep into his soul and read each of his private thoughts and dreams, except for the ones which he was too afraid to admit even to himself.