Love

The uniqueness of love

Every love story is unique so is ours. A lot of schools of thought tried to comprehend love’s inner core (philosophy, sociology, politics, or psychology). They may all have the grain of truth, but they can never ponder the ultimate conception of love.

Love is ordinary extraordinary, it is known yet a mystery, open yet close. Love is eternally and infinitely engulfs the universe; it holds life and conquers death. Love carries countless faces from simple to complex, a joy to pain, selfishness to contentment, and creation to destruction.

Intellect is the light. Will is the way. Love is the soul. The intellect lights up the shadow of confusion and the dusk of doubt. The will moves the desire and chooses the path. Love, on one hand, puts aesthetics on the course of action. Love improves cognition, increases the burning passion, and creates a unique world.

There is nothing special about me yet you accepted me. I no perfect, my family, and everything; I have nothing to offer but love and care. I am just an ordinary man. I get angry sometimes. I get jealous just like others do. I made mistakes in relationships and a lot of regrets too. I am fully aware of my lapses, but kindly heed my voice, I may no perfect, but I have never been faked. When I say I love you, that’s all, that’s true.

Contrary and contradictory to your ideal man, I am no one. This is not a statement of a sense of inferiority, but reality. I am neither the most handsome nor the most intelligent. I am simply a man of my principle. I learned from my mistakes, I am learning and improving. I know that the language of the world can’t contain my feelings and emotions. If I can just tear my heart into pieces so that you can see what’s inside and I can explain the unexplainable, I will do it for you. I ask nothing; just hold my hand tight as we venture into this world full of mystery and uncertainty. Together let us make a world for the two of us.