“Have you ever thought why you love me?”
“No idea.”
“Have you ever thought why I love you?”
“No. Listen, love is never about why, when, where. You just love. It just happens.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”

Sounds totally romantic, very sweet and makes you smile, doesn’t it? What if I tell you that the couple whose private life we just have peeped into does not have it that simple? That they have same doubts as everyone else. That they have fights. That they make mistakes. That they are not perfect in their relationship. But they are happy. Because they do believe love just HAPPENS. No conditions applied.

“Sometimes the feelings you really mean are found in the letters which you write and never send”.

So for this week’s Tuesday Love Ramblings I have a letter for you to read… one of those that might have never been sent but yet speaks louder than any other. This letter is a part of the novel I once started writing and never got back to with hopes that I still have time to write that one. Wish me luck.

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…

“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.