So theres this moment when you just think about one thing and from all the sudden all your anatomy is engaged. Your thoughts are filled with joy, yet at the same time with fear. Only the heart knows when to beat. Only your mind knows when to think. But somehow you blame them about feeling and making you see things in your head...
With time, you learn to know that love is like an abstract painting. You never know exactly what they mean, what they stand for, what they really are, what people say they are, but, one thing is for sure. Its complicated. Difficult to interpret, however you can always go with what you believe and want to believe. After all, its about you and the loved, no matter what or where in the world it exists.
