My Eternal Love

Dear Beloved

You'll never see your mother crying when you're crying. I'd like to correct the statement,

"When you cried for the very first time, that was the last time your mother smiled while seeing you crying."

The spring season, the tangling of winds touching the skin and the warm breeze. I asked myself for the very first time, "Why do we love?" A 13 years old boy asked himself, is it important to love? If yes, then why and to whom? I was in 8th standard and till that time neither I was in a relationship nor I  had any female friends. I guess the only thing I knew was family & mates. I never believed in Best friends forever things. I mean everyone has their own opinions. You might know a friend for more than a decade and still you are not that close enough with that person and may be you find yourself closer to that person whom you met a year ago.

So, as I was saying that why do people love and to whom we love. I mean the love of our parents is eternal but at some stage they were strangers too. 

So how did love happen between them?

I kept that question inside me and I didn't share it with anyone because of my introvert nature.

Time passed and that question was still in my mind for the next four years. Suddenly one fine day, I met a girl. We started spending time together, we went on a date, we laughed together, we kissed at the moment and then we both cried. However, the most important thing is that we spent 8 to 9 months together and we didn't realize when we came so close to eachother. So, at that moment I asked myself again, "Is this what we call is love?" Maybe! My heart responded, it was that moment we were together before she's going to her college, I was holding her in my arms and she was looking into my eyes. I felt like gazed at that moment, then I kissed on her forehead and said goodbye. I didn't shed a drop of a tear, but she cried like a child and hugged me. That was the last time she & I saw each other and few months later we broke up. 

Then I asked the same question again to myself, was that love? My heart responded again with a confirmation as "NO".

Time passed and I made girlfriends & asked myself again the same question and on & on and got the same respond.

After a year, it was the time when i had to go to college, to begin a new journey of my life. I never thought leaving home would be that difficult as I thought. I hugged my mother and said goodbye to my other family members.

When I entered the car, this time my heart asked me "Did you get your answer now?" 

I replied, Yes! 

I broke into tears sitting alone in the car.

The simplest of everything is feelings, you're happy at the moment you smile, you're sad of loss you cry, but love?

You know that thing is gonna happen intentionally, you're happy and sad at the same moment and those mixed feelings come out as tears. That is LOVE.

Though I got my answer of love, still there's a question on my mind which you might be able to answer.

"It's hard for folks to let us go. To share our love with someone else, makes them insecure I guess, does love fades away as we share with others? Does it get divided?

We may not have the answer to this question right now, but in the next 30 to 35 years, we'll get to know. For sure! 💖