I don’t understand love, and I don’t think anyone ever has یا will. Emotion is such a complex thing, and hatred is passionate, and strong, and almost unbreakable – nothing can touch true hatred. Nothing can touch it at all; nothing can touch it but love. Love is stronger than anything this world can offer, and unfortunately this world greatly lacks it. Love is something that can affect anyone and anything.
Love also leaves آپ irrational – it’s debatable, however, because some people think that love can leave آپ seeing clearer than anything ever has. But what if it’s possible that it can make both happen? What if it leaves آپ so blind, deaf, and scentless… so isolated. But yet you’re the farthest thing from isolated ever. You’re feeling things stronger than any situation has ever presented آپ with.
It’s both incorrigible and impeccable at the same time. It will leave آپ dizzy and broken, it could even leave آپ dead, but yet it brings a life out inside of your soul that has people questioning your health. It brings forth a desire and urge to be with someone, when you’re already with them. It makes your دل hurt, like a gaping hole in your chest, and it leaves آپ so empty and pathetic when you’re without their love.
Ignorance of love is something that we all have and cannot deny; no one really can define love, because it means something else to every other person. However, there’re standards. There’re standards to love, that do apply in every circumstance. آپ do not love someone if آپ do not have unconditional passion for them. آپ are not in love with them unless آپ would do anything that it took to guarantee their safety and happiness. آپ wouldn’t want to live a سیکنڈ without them, but if it meant their peace آپ would. You’d do anything that it took for their sake. And that’s what love really is deep down. But it doesn’t even begin to cover it.
When you’re in love, love doesn’t even seem like the BEGINNING of the speech as to how آپ feel. There’s no word in any language, no sentence یا speech یا anything that can دکھائیں someone آپ love them. It’s just… love. آپ can’t explain it; آپ can’t deny یا change it. Because when it’s there, it’s there, and it’s never going away.
Everything around آپ melts. Everything, there's nothing that matters anymore. آپ shake, violently, and it leaves آپ feeling guilty - love. Love is uncertain, yet the only thing آپ can recognize. It's disguised, but clearer than anything else. It's irony, in summary - love is ironic, مزید than anything. Ironic, but beautiful. And that's why I put up a debate, is ignorance really bliss? یا is it something else in its entirety?
Mikey, I am not joking in the slightest. I am not kidding; I am not just saying that. I am in love with you, Mikey. And I’d do anything for you. You're really my entire life, my everything. As I've کہا many times before, my everything. If this freaks آپ out, یا آپ don't feel the same way, I understand. But it doesn't change that this is how I feel. I miss آپ every سیکنڈ of every day, and I just wish آپ were here to see it. I wish آپ knew. That, Mikey, I love you. And that’s all I know.
Love also leaves آپ irrational – it’s debatable, however, because some people think that love can leave آپ seeing clearer than anything ever has. But what if it’s possible that it can make both happen? What if it leaves آپ so blind, deaf, and scentless… so isolated. But yet you’re the farthest thing from isolated ever. You’re feeling things stronger than any situation has ever presented آپ with.
It’s both incorrigible and impeccable at the same time. It will leave آپ dizzy and broken, it could even leave آپ dead, but yet it brings a life out inside of your soul that has people questioning your health. It brings forth a desire and urge to be with someone, when you’re already with them. It makes your دل hurt, like a gaping hole in your chest, and it leaves آپ so empty and pathetic when you’re without their love.
Ignorance of love is something that we all have and cannot deny; no one really can define love, because it means something else to every other person. However, there’re standards. There’re standards to love, that do apply in every circumstance. آپ do not love someone if آپ do not have unconditional passion for them. آپ are not in love with them unless آپ would do anything that it took to guarantee their safety and happiness. آپ wouldn’t want to live a سیکنڈ without them, but if it meant their peace آپ would. You’d do anything that it took for their sake. And that’s what love really is deep down. But it doesn’t even begin to cover it.
When you’re in love, love doesn’t even seem like the BEGINNING of the speech as to how آپ feel. There’s no word in any language, no sentence یا speech یا anything that can دکھائیں someone آپ love them. It’s just… love. آپ can’t explain it; آپ can’t deny یا change it. Because when it’s there, it’s there, and it’s never going away.
Everything around آپ melts. Everything, there's nothing that matters anymore. آپ shake, violently, and it leaves آپ feeling guilty - love. Love is uncertain, yet the only thing آپ can recognize. It's disguised, but clearer than anything else. It's irony, in summary - love is ironic, مزید than anything. Ironic, but beautiful. And that's why I put up a debate, is ignorance really bliss? یا is it something else in its entirety?
Mikey, I am not joking in the slightest. I am not kidding; I am not just saying that. I am in love with you, Mikey. And I’d do anything for you. You're really my entire life, my everything. As I've کہا many times before, my everything. If this freaks آپ out, یا آپ don't feel the same way, I understand. But it doesn't change that this is how I feel. I miss آپ every سیکنڈ of every day, and I just wish آپ were here to see it. I wish آپ knew. That, Mikey, I love you. And that’s all I know.
