Being in love.
That phase of life when the head feels light and the heart heavy! When you don't seem to walk, you just glide. When you lose your appetite for food because you have just gained appetite for someone's sweetness. When you don't get a wink of sleep, but are perpetually dreamy.
If you went on like this, you would end up famished, woozy and ......in the hospital? Don't get me wrong. I am not against love. But love happens with the eyes open, not in your dreams. Because if you think it does, then you'd probably wake up to a shocking reality, whenever you do, that is.
Love is, being there, when you need each other. Love is, when you fight for each other and not against . Love is, when one person's win does not mean the other person's loss. It is, when either you win together or both lose together. Love is, when you feel free like a bird spreading its wings in the vast azure sky and not like the one trapped in a cage forever.
When appearances don't matter as much as the beauty inside. When you are sure you will hold on to each other no matter how difficult the circumstances may be. When you know you will continue to respect each other irrespective of whether you are looking in the same direction or the opposite direction.
It is heartening to see couples hold hands and look deep into each other's eyes,involved in a rather garish public display of their affections. How much of all this is real, I wonder. How many would really stand up to one another when time actually warranted it. Spending fortunes to keep each other happy was one thing, and being happy because they were fortunate to have one another was quite another. Only time could tell whether they will continue doing so, when the hands don't remain or when the light of the eyes flicker out. And then maybe we could say, they rose in love, not fell in love.
Does such love exist? or is it an utopian thought? I can tell you it does! A love that transcends life and death, pleasures and pain, happiness and sorrow, the ups and downs. Let me walk you through them, so that on a cold and lonely day when you begin to question love, they may inspire you to carry on...... "a journey called love".
I call them my valentine couple. No, they are not related to this day, not even remotely, and I doubt they know of the existence of such a day. I remember them because they stand for what this day is supposed to signify. Unending and unconditional love for each other.