When you read the word 'love', what crosses your mind?
 

For many of you the answer will just be a smile, burying many secrets. For few others it will be some sort of 'rubbish' (that broke your heart). For some it may be their passion and again for many others it will be a person's face that crosses their mind, accompanied with a little blush !

This story is not about two people in love. This story is about love itself. There are two characters in the story. So, let me introduce you to them:
 

The first one is me. I am a Work In Progress. I work on myself. I seek life. A creative writer at heart but an academic writer by profession. The second character is love. Yes, Love, as a being. 
 

Disclaimer: I will refer to love as 'it' because specifying a gender to the being will disrupt my focus!

I had heard of love in high school. Love was short, sweet and popular. I had never met love then, or maybe, I did, but never knew it was love. I had heard of it as it was popular among young boys and girls. I love you, they said and hence, for me love was like any other popular brat.

As I grew older (and wiser), I met love one day. All of a sudden, I felt little awkward and excited, just like meeting a popular actor. We talked and I understood that love was not just short, sweet and popular. It was short, innocent, magically pure, deep and misunderstood. I felt pained. Days went by and we had become good friends. Love and me, being introverts, bonded well.
Time passed and I felt love was a mysterious being. It was present everywhere. Even as I write about it now, it's here. 

One fine day, as love and me were busy talking love said to me,' I am highly misunderstood. People treat me like a piece of cloth. They use me and throw me away. They use my name to create a bond and then they walk away, insulting me.' Fuming with anger love asked, ' Is it right?'. I replied, 'No. But I think you are complicated and hence, people don't really understand you.'
 

As I told you, love was a mysterious being. It disappeared. We didn't talk for days. Days turned into months. No trace of love. But I still used to hear people talk about it. And then it started. Days were full of mystery for me. Here's my story for you.

As I thought love had disappeared, it didn't. It was mystical and it stayed all alongside me. I felt love. It made me happy. It made me sad. And most importantly, it made me grow. It was just a misunderstanding that love did not exist. It was there but I failed to recognize. I simply felt it and lived in its essence. Within a span of 4 years, I realised what actually love was and that I had a misconception of it just like others.

Love is (Not was. Though it had disappeared, its essence remained) mystical. As a being, I now describe it as short, sweet, deep and magical. All these years, it kept whispering to me about what it was. I still am confused. It's not a human being, it's not a heavenly being. I do not know what it is. But it is omnipresent. It's like a mystery that has made few insane, few ecstatic. I realised its essence. It was there when I stood and stared at the night sky. It was there when i admired the moon. It was there when saw the innocent eyes of a puppy. It was there when I rejoiced success. It was still there when I cried out of frustration. 

Time passed by, few months back I realised it's still there as I laugh out loud with my crazy cousins. It's still there when I help a stranger. It is still there in the smile of that person and it is there within me as I pour down these words on paper.

Love still is a person. But not just a person. It exists in moments. It lives in hearts. If I have to describe it now, I will call it as life. Yes, I call it as life because, like life, it exists in every movement of nature, in every thread of our existence. 

Yes, love is definitely your that special person but it is also the strength that keeps you going after a heartbreak. Love is never weak. Love is vulnerable. It is sensitive. It can break you and will make you again. Love is not just holding those hands, it's also freeing those. Love is not limited. It is boundless.

As I wrap up the story about me and love, love winks at me. Finally, someone understood it and now I play my part to re-introduce you to love. Love is... You, Me and Everything around❤