Prelude
Love is hard to characterize, hard to gauge and hard to get. Love is the thing extraordinary scholars transcribe about, incredible artists sing about, and the most intellectual philosophers consider. Love is an incredible feeling, for which there is no wrong direction, for it suits every single individual, in an unexpected way. Regardless of whether love is between family, or companions, it is a mind boggling feeling that can be knowledgeable in a wide range of ways.
Individuals experience love out of the blue by being that lost piece of the puzzle , that piece of a family. Family love is exhibited through exercises of penance, concern and sympathy. An affectionate bond between two individuals. A connection that only rises or falls. Regardless of whether it is a fellowship between two men , two women, or between man and a woman. These relationships will begin manifest into affection. Not the slightest bit, is it a sentimental love.
Yet this kind of affection interfaces and bonds each individual. The affinity may grow apart, they may move away, connections might wind down. Other relationships might form, other love might be found. However the affection between the two individuals lives on until the end of time, it is immortal.
Mila , love is the most powerful thing in this world. Bringing the strongest men to their knees. Sending kings to war, young men fighting, battling to sacrifice their life for that affection.
I needed to know, did I love her? Or was it just a fantasy? I began to reminisce and remember the times we use to have. Was it a sentimental love Sentimental is an affection that only one out of every odd individual will experience.
This kind of affection, that is planted in the beginning. Which is in need of certain nourishments. However the roots begin to grow inside the person, developing into something that blossoms. When you get the chance to capture that adoration, one cannot envision existence with any other person.
Sentimental love is an association between two spirits that are trapped, intwined. Controlled by this inclination that isn't just felt inside their heart, yet inside their body as well. In our lives and the lives of others, love is anything but clear. Love is like the wind, you can feel it on your skin, on your face, on your lips. It can be cold, or it can be warm. It can be soothing or it can be uneasy. But it can never be captured, it can never be grasped, but we can feel it all around us.
