You know how they say ‘true love happens only once and the
rest of the times, it’s a substitute’? Well no, love happens and its does
happen more than once. It happens with so many people. And really, why does
love have to be just that relationship that culminates into a marriage?
It is love when you someone says something really nice about
you, your mother hears it and you catch the pride in her eyes. That is love.
It is love when you and your father no more share that
daughter-father bond but have suddenly turned best buddies that discuss office
crushes, work pressure and everything else under the sun. That is love.
It is love when you and your bestie laugh about the years
bygone, tears in your eyes. When you start laughing even before you talk, that
is love.
It is love when you gift your brother something, and that
something was just what he wanted. That expression on his face, that delight in
his eyes, is love.
It is love when you hold your sister close to you and
whisper something into her ear, something that was a secret all your life. When
she understands every bit of it, much more than what you told her, that is
love.
It is love when you come home all beaten and your old
grandmother offers to make you a cup of the coffee you love. When her words,
her coffee relaxes you and you feel so grateful for having someone like her in
your life, that is love.
When He knows what your dream is and promises that he will
convert it into reality, no matter what. When He weaves his own dreams with
yours, That is love.
When he gives you one look and understands what’s troubling
you, it’s comforting. When he looks again and you know you are secure, that
everything will somehow fall in place, That is love.
Love does not mean a marriage, or a relationship or a bond. Love
is everything small, everything that seems insignificant. Only when you realise
how much those insignificant things matter, do you begin to understand love.
