Which one is better?
Life before love
Life after love
Life without love
Not an abnormal question to be discussed, right? Common flashbacks of aged people who have experienced love. Am neither a supporter nor an offender of love. The word "love" reminds us about our lover's love, not our Mother's ir-replacable love or Father's limitless love.
Life before love is the smoothest part of one's life i suppose. My mind use to say proudly "love is a time sucking feel, and i don't have belief in that". Indeed not my heart.
I laughed at Shakespeare's lines.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date".
I was just 16 passed. "The one who hate love will eat the fruit of love soon" is the quote i heard often. Immidiately "don't stare at me"; My rough voice. A question that screws me often for answer "Why should'nt i love a girl?". Not my mistake; default problem in teenage religion. Yes its a religion indeed.
Life with love will be the interesting part of one's life. Rather my life. You shall notice my soul dumbstruck, just by seeing her.Whenever i get a glance from my pretty girl, i hear "dude, ur the handsome boy of our gang " voice of my mind. Indeed not my heart. May be, i was not noticed even by her tall, crinked nose friend. Seeing her brightest face in dark evening equalised my stunning supper. Love is pupil of pupil's eye.
I was just 18 passed. Happy with friend's wishes and my love's gift. My girl's love was not sufficient when i understood her hangings. A need for my mom's hug again. Loneliness surronded me though i have pals in bunches. "Loneliness is a salvation", my mate's common quote. Fact indeed. Lost my piece of peace, failed in my studies. I feared she will eradicate me in 360. "Why should i love her?". Not my mistake again. I found a new religion. "End of teenage".
Life without love is an era. "Wounds of love will never fade" i heard. Not a true saying, when i analysed it. You will feel the heaven's smell at home once you are wounded. If iam ever questioned "where is your love then?" , i'll show.Not my love. A wallet.