Growing up, I have seen firsthand how difficult relationship is; how waves hit your love-boat bad… really, awfully bad!
Growing up, I have seen firsthand things don’t remain hopeless, choking, and painful when it comes to self-conducting yourself as partners. Because, given — work has been put-forth from both-sides ‘love’ is the most blissful powerhouse. However still not immune to oncogenes in it’s lifeline. My friend, Love is fragile. It needs awareness. It needs your unadulterated attention and care.
Growing up, I have learned firsthand what’s the right and the wrong template of a sustainable relationship. It’s for sure never a forever uphill, and full-of-life, and the conflict-free heaven. In all sincerity, I’m still learning many facets of love as I embark on my life’s journey.
Growing up, I have heard from my grandmother, love non-negotiably needs love to suspire.
Love is interesting, tingling, exciting, marveling, and beautiful.
Love also brings you unfathomable pain, tears, grief and sadness!
I’ve been loved.
I’ve lost love.
Namaste.