GIFT

It can be only a gift, this feeling, this heart thumping- mind churning- soul soothing feeling that comes to those so helplessly in love that they break the routine of even as normal a thing as breathing to think about that one person who has stolen the senses away from their thoughts, the sleep away from their nights and the sanity away from their actions.

It is a gift, yes. The loved may not love back in return, the adored may not adore back in return, but then; that is hardly the objective of being in love. If you expect to be loved back in return for your love than you might as well love yourself and shield yourself from the agony. The objective but, of the one in love is both the charecteristic and the test.

It ought to be in the charecter of a lover to love irrespective of what comes in return. Sorrow comes as extra baggage along with expectations. When the expectation is nothing there can be no sorrow, and those who tell that there is sorrow in love are the very same ones who insist on bartering love for love. It is not for them, this gift of feeling so happy about being able to care so much about someone who may or may not care for them back in the same way.

It is a test for the lover, to love and expect rejection, to care and expect nothing, to long for not a galnce of the beloved, but long that they live in perinial joy, and in that joy of their beloved experience the unlimited joy that love is capable of bringing into ones life.

She will one day be far away, she will one day be someone else's, she will one day forget me. Then too i would thank her, for leting me love her. Thankyou.