No, love isn't all a bed of roses , said the mother to her daughter. It's infact the most misused term in today's day and age despite being a pure emotion. Then what is love, said the daughter. The mother replied. It is the silent language that connects two souls and one where minds meet. The girl at that time couldn't get it and only realised what she had lost out on, in searching and yearning for true love, when he wasn't there. Alas, it was too late then. He just couldn't come back and no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't for he was somewhere from where he couldn't return.
Monday 10 August 2015
Short Story: What is love
What is Love?
No, love isn't all a bed of roses , said the mother to her daughter. It's infact the most misused term in today's day and age despite being a pure emotion. Then what is love, said the daughter. The mother replied. It is the silent language that connects two souls and one where minds meet. The girl at that time couldn't get it and only realised what she had lost out on, in searching and yearning for true love, when he wasn't there. Alas, it was too late then. He just couldn't come back and no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't for he was somewhere from where he couldn't return.
No, love isn't all a bed of roses , said the mother to her daughter. It's infact the most misused term in today's day and age despite being a pure emotion. Then what is love, said the daughter. The mother replied. It is the silent language that connects two souls and one where minds meet. The girl at that time couldn't get it and only realised what she had lost out on, in searching and yearning for true love, when he wasn't there. Alas, it was too late then. He just couldn't come back and no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't for he was somewhere from where he couldn't return.
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