In our 12th memory At this time of 12 years ago, she offered me her heart, that pure heart which exudes truth and honesty, then she became the only one who passed my dead body and sowed the seeds of life. In this sweet memory I must mention that I lived for a long time saying the same words about pain that love caused, but with her I realized that love I used to suffer from is only an illusion that my mind made out of my desire to be with someone who listens to me when I cant speak, and makes me listen when I cant hear. She taught me that love doesn’t exist in a time full of lust slogans and legal selfishness. Love doesn’t exist in a world free from humanity, which Allah has given us. Love isn’t when our hearts beat faster, or when we are happy for seeing our beloved ones, because love is an eternal happiness, and we shouldn’t feel happy only when seeing our beloved ones; the heart doesn’t need to see the one who lives inside it. Love is to own yourself after that love found it, and then you must preserve this ownership, because love then allows sharing. It’s so wonderful that there’s someone who shares you owning yourself. Love is to find someone who shares you happiness and sadness, smartness and stupidity, even feels pain when you are ill, and feels scared when you are away. Love is to find someone who can be your other wing when flying, and be your shelter when escaping.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 21:16:44 +0000
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