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.

“Do you think it is normal to talk to yourself?” Stella asked looking at Jason out of the corners of her eyes.
“Ummm…” Jason seemed to be amused with her facial expression.
“So what do you think?” She asked again.
“About what?”
“About what I just have asked.”
“And what have you asked?”
“I have asked if…” Stella began … but then she realized he was teasing her. “Stop it, you idiot.”
“Stop what?” He asked pretending he had no idea what she was talking about.
“Whatever you have in your mind, just stop it.”
“So…” A smile flitted …

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She came to that café every day. Three years. Three long years. Thirty-six months. One thousand ninety-five days. Or one thousand ninety-six if she included today. She came there every single day. Be it rain or snow she still came. In joy or sorrow, crying or smiling she would still come. She would come even on doomsday if she had to. Preferably alone. She loved being around people but going to this place was something which belonged to her only. And she would not change it for anything in the …