Prateek Kuhad – cold/mess

Love is not an easy commitment.

The road ahead is dirt-wet, arduous, uncertain and messy.

Love, is hardly a marriage, not even a contract per se that bounded anybody,

There will be peaks and there will be valleys.

Despite. Despite, in a heartbeat I’ll travel with you until my journey ends!

 

Suffice to say — True love is a friendship. Period!

That If love were to be a living, breathing grown up ass like we all are, the heartbeats that we know, would be undoubtedly the acceptance element at the deepest core.

 

And, now to reframe this peeling off of love’s many faces and facets, a line from Cynthia Hand from her book Boundless clogs up my brain :-

“I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.”