The Mysterious thing called "Love"...

If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart. If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love him/her, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage, do not cause pain. How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys even if our lives and ways are different.
If you fall in love with another, and he/she falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame, let it go.

There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time. Remember that you don't choose love. Love choose you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away. Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in any way you can.

There is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them. The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as need. They cease to be someone who
generates love and instead become someone who seeks love. They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away.

Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coherence it, or reason it into saying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do. Love always has been and always will be a mystery. Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.

If you keep your heart open, it may come again.

Good Luck !!

Things We Do For Love!!!: RELATIONSHIP!

Things We Do For Love!!!: RELATIONSHIP!: Relationship goes from "Babe" to "Bitch", "I love you" to "I hate you", "I need you" to "Fuck you", "You're my everything" to "You're nothin...

RELATIONSHIP!

Relationship goes from "Babe" to "Bitch", "I love you" to "I hate you", "I need you" to "Fuck you", "You're my everything" to "You're nothing", "Till death do us apart" to "I'll kill you"

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End of time by Beyonce

Things We Do For Love!!!: True Nature Of Love

Things We Do For Love!!!: True Nature Of Love: John Blanchard stood up from the bench,staightened his army uniform,and studied the crowd of people making their way through grand central s...

True Nature Of Love

John Blanchard stood up from the bench,staightened his army uniform,and studied the crowd of people making their way through grand central station.He looked for the girl whose heart he knew,but whose face he didn't,the girl with the rose.
His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library.Taking a book off the shelf,he found himself intrigued,not with the words of the book,but with the notes pencilled in the margin.The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and an insightful mind.In the front of the book,he discovered the previous owner's name,miss Hollis Maynell.
With time and effort,he located her address.She lived in New York City.He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond.The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War 2.During the next year and one month ,the two grew to know each other through mail.Each letter was a seed falling on fertile heart.A romance was budding.
Blanchard requested a photograph,but she refused.She felt that if he really cared,it wouldn't matter how she looked.When the day finally came for him to return from Europe,they scheduled their first meeting-7.00 pm at the grand central station in New York.
"You'll recognize me,"she wrote,"by the red rose i'll be wearing on my lapel."So,at 7.00,he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved,but whose face he hadn't seen.
Let Blanchchard narrate the rest of the story:A young woman came towards me,her figure long and slim.Her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears;her eyes were blue as flowers.Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness,and in her pale green suit,she was like springtime come alive.I started towards her,entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose.As i moved,a small provocative smile curved her lips."Going my way,sailor?" she murmured.Almost uncontrollably i made one step closer to her.
And then i saw Hollis Maynell.She was standing almost directly behind the girl.A woman past 40,she had greying hair tucked under a worn hat.She was more than plumb,her thick ankle feet thrust into low-heeled shoes.The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.I felt as though i was split in two,so keen was my desire to follow her,and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose sprirt had truly companioned me and up-held my own.And there she stood.Her pale,plumb face was gentle ans sensible;her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle.I did not hesitate.My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.This would not be love,but it would be something precious,something perhaps even better than love,a friendship for which i had been and must ever be grateful.I squared my shoulder and saluted and held out the book to the woman,even though while i spoke i felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment.
"I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard and you must be Ms. Maynell.I am so glad you could meet me.May i take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile.I don't know what this is about ,son," she answered , "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by,she begged me to wear this rose on my coat.And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner,i should  tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street.She said it was some kind of test!" It's not difficult to understand and admire Ms. Maynell's wisdom..........The true nature of the heart is seen in its response to the unattractive."Tell me whom you LOVE?"

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