“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” -Nicole Krauss,” The History of Love

When we talk about true love, then we should talk about the endless minutes, hours, days, and years that go into such complex energy. We ought to talk about the abilities and feelings we conjure to take the first step into love. At times, it is hard to believe the measures we have taken in the name of love. Despite the fears, fears of rejection – even of success, we leap forward into the odd beauty of the chasm. But also, we move onward into the breach to hold on to love and let love and all its magic enfold us too. Fondness, relationship, and time, bundled together, are supposed to mean something. And that something may be greater now or in the future if we are lucky enough to reap the benefits of affection.

We chase love and desire love to chase us – the oddities and parallels that only another can satisfy. The answer we hunt for leads to determining if another’s love is worth sharing our lifetime. If we say yes, then we move in pursuit of understanding and accepting the other’s snickers, sneezes, and sneers – valuable to the two in the courtship, but not to the many. Love and baffling attractions move in unison. Watching the romantic rhythms of our universe is like gazing at the tides of life, which blend in perfect harmony – or makes room to flow side by side.

Where Affection Converges Two People

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“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” -Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

The road to love may take you through woven paths of trial – an even greater love, well that is another story. Often, it is the small features and kindnesses that draw us to our suitor. And the small fires kindling inside of us with each passing vibrant conversation or sharing familiar stories is what joins us on our journey to love. Some of the best classic literature books, such as A Tale Of Two Cities, tell the stories of these types of courtships that pave the path to true love.

When our heart and soul intertwine, we can feel each other’s emotion. Also, we sense the endless happenings of each other’s world. The animated tides of one person’s life shape the other. The energies between the two people become close to identical yet maintain a slight distinctiveness, conveying “I’m still me too, just ameliorate”. This is the spark that ignites devotion toward true love.

True Love Knows Nothing Of Perfect Timing

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“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.” -Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

         We never know the exact time when warm affection pulls us into its clutch. It is like the smell of time slowing down in a lavender field of flows. It is the taste of the smell of fresh snow in the Alps, flowing down the back of your throat – fresh, welcoming, and necessary. In reality, endearment offers no defining moment. We look up and somewhere between the blinking of our eyes and taking a deep breath, love happens. It courses through out veins like angelic fire.

We know not when the season of endearment will enshroud us – even more when that season will be eternal.

Devotion Is Many Things – But Not Hurt

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“Love: the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.”-Mark Twain

         Devotion is many things. It is the desire to have the sunrise in the east, after endless days of grim darkness. Adoration for passion gives way to the thirst for devotion and affection. We feel seduction rising where the affair of love surges in our life. Also, we court the irresistible desire known as love. Significantly, the overwhelming feeling burns and feels like fire, the kind we want to nurture.

A devoted passion will never hurt you. A timeless love will outlast the tomb shut on that love, after this mortal life is loss.

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