Some part of me believes that one day, I'll re-read this and laugh at myself for ever trusting that I knew what love was or what I wanted it to be. But another tiny part is scared that I'll never love like this when it's needed.
To be able to love, love someone for her beauty, to be able to love her for the marvel that she is, is what's love. To be able to appreciate her intricacies. To see how wonderful, how perfect her personality is. To be amazed and awed by her. To want to be the reason for her smile, and to want her to smile even if you aren't the reason yourself. To want her to look at herself with pride, for your own happiness is in hers. To say, to express what you feel for her when you know it makes a difference to her. To make her feel appreciated.
To be able to write a book about her. To even want to write a book about her. To understand her, and to want to understand more. To want to know more; to see more sides of her, to hear more of her stories. To be able to feel the magic in her voice.
To look at her possessions like they're precious; to want to know her history. To be able to wipe off every tear from her face; to destroy the reasons of her tears forever. To make her feel alright whenever she's in pain. To care about her family. To learn her language. To remember little details; to make an effort. To do the things which you know would matter to her, even if costs a thing or two of your own. To think that it was worth it.
To boast about her, to be proud when you're around her, just to be with her. To want to know and appreciate all of what she thinks, because she deserves that kind of praise, just for being as amazing as she is. To reward her for how special she is.
To let yourself be transported into another world when you're with her. To not want to get away from it. To never get tired of her. To make sure she's always well-protected, even if you're not the one protecting her.
To love in such a way that it influences your own life. In a way that inspires you to ape her - the admiring kind of love. Love that shakes your ground so gently, that you don't realise when it started. Love that doesn't bind you. Love that makes you see things a little differently from where you stand now. Love that adds to its own value, just by being the giver.
That kind of love would be simply fantastico, wouldn't it?
To be able to love, love someone for her beauty, to be able to love her for the marvel that she is, is what's love. To be able to appreciate her intricacies. To see how wonderful, how perfect her personality is. To be amazed and awed by her. To want to be the reason for her smile, and to want her to smile even if you aren't the reason yourself. To want her to look at herself with pride, for your own happiness is in hers. To say, to express what you feel for her when you know it makes a difference to her. To make her feel appreciated.
To be able to write a book about her. To even want to write a book about her. To understand her, and to want to understand more. To want to know more; to see more sides of her, to hear more of her stories. To be able to feel the magic in her voice.
To look at her possessions like they're precious; to want to know her history. To be able to wipe off every tear from her face; to destroy the reasons of her tears forever. To make her feel alright whenever she's in pain. To care about her family. To learn her language. To remember little details; to make an effort. To do the things which you know would matter to her, even if costs a thing or two of your own. To think that it was worth it.
To boast about her, to be proud when you're around her, just to be with her. To want to know and appreciate all of what she thinks, because she deserves that kind of praise, just for being as amazing as she is. To reward her for how special she is.
To let yourself be transported into another world when you're with her. To not want to get away from it. To never get tired of her. To make sure she's always well-protected, even if you're not the one protecting her.
To love in such a way that it influences your own life. In a way that inspires you to ape her - the admiring kind of love. Love that shakes your ground so gently, that you don't realise when it started. Love that doesn't bind you. Love that makes you see things a little differently from where you stand now. Love that adds to its own value, just by being the giver.
That kind of love would be simply fantastico, wouldn't it?
This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.
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