#AtoZChallenge : You’re still the one
I think life works in strange ways. Most importantly love works in stranger ways.
Do you think some philosopher said that? Yes, you are right. That philosopher is none other than Alana, the great.
Do you know how I came up with that line? No prizes for guessing. I think I’m love! No, wait I don’t think that I’m love. I know for sure that I am in love.
I was skeptical about finding love after looking at all the failed relationships. I was scared about having my heartbroken. I was scared about something going wrong. But like I said, love is strange.
You find love when you aren’t really looking for it. Love just happens. There is no tall, dark, handsome checklist to tick off. If it is love, you know it because you feel it.
It is love when there is an instant connection and that connection doesn’t break even after a long time. And it definitely doesn’t start off as love. It starts with a little spark of friendship and then grows into love.
It is in those conversations that never end, that you find a little something and you know that it love. It doesn’t have to be a big gesture of love- a rose or teddy bear is cute and chocolates make it even better. But the gestures of love are subtle.
It is knowing about the other person’s day- whether it was good or bad, asking him/her what he/she had for breakfast/lunch/dinner and yes, asking if that person has reached home safely.
Yes, love is care.
Love is not just missing the other person when he/she isn’t around but also understanding the reason behind him/her not being able to.
Yes, love is patient and understanding.
Do you want to know my story?
We were strangers when we first met and then we became friends. Our conversations slowly grew longer and then it never ended. We began to know each other better – our likes, dislikes, dreams and desires, our best and our worst. Slowly he became one of the most important things in my life. Being with him made me happy. Just his smile or listening to his voice or even reading his messages made my day. When he wasn’t around, I missed him. I longed for weekends because that is when I met him. And then we realized that we were in love.
Love is not a destination, but a journey. The journey has just begun and we still have a long way to go. It has almost been a year and I’ve realized that you are the one. You’re still the one and you will always be the one!
Disclaimer :This is Alana’s story, not mine. So no questions about who is it.And yeah any similarities with the story are purely coincidental 😛
I’m participating in the A to Z Challenge and all through April I’ll be writing about the Life and Times of a Twenty something! What are you best memories or expectations from your twenties? Let me know in the comments.