Someone knocked on the door of my life. I was surprised. A gift was given to me. Something different, not just a regular gift. It was not a box, it was not a thing, but something familiar, yet something out of myself. And what I have experienced in my atoms, soul, my body and all around, is LOVE.
First I learned it on my own skin, in my interior. I was loving every inch of my composition. I was not in love with the reflection of myself, I am in love with the real, unique me, my thoughts, my feelings, my fears, my weakness, my spirit, my face, my body and much more deeper than that. When I opened that door of mine, I felt all of that in the smell, in the view, in the sounds. I was looking at tornadoes, hearing rain, feeling earthquakes, smelling flowers. It was the same imperfect perfect love now from a different source.
Loving continuously, I never took a break. It's not something you can take a break from, either you love or not.
As I first fell in love with me as a soul in this disaster called world, I learned to love you through myself. I am expressing my love for you with loving myself, which is loving you.
I did not haunt for love, I did not force it to grab me in its own palms. Once it reached to grab me in its palms, I grabbed it faster. And how did it find me? It came by graduating for loving myself. But I still learn, I still face something new. I need to upgrade my soul, to get used to the conditions that the world gives me. Because maybe you will change.
As I learn, I change myself and as I change myself I change the world, I change you, you change me. But I am never used to 'love', love is who I am. I don't need to kiss you or hug you to take your love planned for me. You cannot take love, neither you can plan it. It's a state where my mind is placed at, where my heart makes its beats. I feel it all the time. I don't need more or less, but howsoever it's never enough. Every day you add something in. I have it, but i do not possess it.
I am connected to you as you are to me. Theoretically two make three, but we made and we're still making one. We are not attached but we fit in each other. We fulfill each other, cause neither of us is full.
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