It's late at night and I can't sleep. I've just watched two movies in a row, both romance: Secret and Titanic. They both end with a considerably happy ending; both show how great the power of love is; both open up the room of imagination. But they make 'love' seem too perfect to be true. In fact, real life situations have taught us to be realistic and stop dreaming of fairy-tale-like love stories.
It has always been a mystery how love arises. Love of a parent for a child, love of a dog for its master, love of a pianist for a piano. The bond is formed in a way that no one ever knows how, at least I don't. It builds up so naturally, sometimes, unknowingly. Explain it with whatever scientific theories that you have, if you happen to know one. Yet, you can never deny that feeling, the unseen, the undescribable but existing feeling.
"Love is unconditional, if it is conditional, it is not love."
I've read this somewhere and it has provoked some thoughts for it holds if not all, some truth in it.
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