i think love comes in all shapes and sizes, it happens in all sorts of places in all sorts of ways. that each moment of love is complete unto its own. that it needs no explanation, no context, no anchor. it is unattached to the past or the future. that you cannot let the shit that happens after (pardon my french) take away from the beauty of then and there.
the friend who stopped her own experiment to help you finish yours, because you were so stressed and could not think straight, actually loved you in that moment. so what if now she is so busy with her husband and kids that she takes ages to return your calls, emails, or does not share her secrets? you are not a priority to her now, but back then, you were.
the friend who waited with you at the bus stop till you could get your stupid empty bus, when he wanted to tell you to go to hell, and missed five of his own, but still did not get up and leave, because it was getting dark, and he did not think it was right to leave you alone on that bus stop. well, he actually liked you enough, back then to do that. so what if he will not come to see you now, because his wife thinks its weird you want to meet her husband? so what?
you cannot let the fact that your brother of thirty years has not noticed that you did not send him rakhi this year, because you were mad at him, bother you. he is so busy, he has not even missed it. you just need to remember all the times that he knew before your telling that you were sad.
yes, it hurts like hell, when the people we loved have moved on and no longer care about the same things they used to, but it does not diminish the times that they did. all that matters is that when you said that 'I Love You' you meant it, with all your heart and soul and being. so what if the marriage ends in a divorce and you go on to say all those hurtful mean things to each other later. that you hate each others guts, he gives you the creeps, you cannot stand to look at him. yes, that is the truth of this moment, but it still cannot take away the truth of that moment, that moment of love, of complete acceptance, and complete surrender.
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