In love with love

‘I am the one in love with love ‘, this is what I have been writing in about me section of my profile .It has raised a few eyebrows (as if I care), few sarcastic smiles that lead to comment ‘so u are in love again ‘, ‘I know what you mean’ expressions from my darling friends and sometimes from total strangers. Over the year I know this is what defines me perfectly, as I am more in love with love each passing day...

What does it mean to me to be in love? It’s always been about the feeling than the person. I absolutely loved the guys in my life, now I feel I was more in love with the way I feel when I was in love than the person.

I never had to weigh the feelings for months to know whether I was in love or not. I just knew it and never tried to hide it. I did the same when I was out of love, just let the person know .I took the blame, said sorry and moved on. Easier said than done, when relationships break, there are accusations, lies, blame games and endless nights of crying. I have been through all that and more .

When in the middle of sobbing one of the friends would say ‘that’s what happen when you are in love ‘,

I would retort ‘don’t say anything about love; it’s still the best thing that can happen to you’.

The truth is I believed in love more with each passing day. I still believe like a stupid love stuck teenager that pure, pious love that lasts till eternity is real.

I watch the moon with a fascination, enjoy the rains and sunsets. I smile at the love birds that walk hand in hand in streets; I hug old couples who have been together since what seems like eternity. My heart reaches out to people who fall out of love, I pray for friends who want to bitten by love bug.

I love being in love … with love.