The word “love” is holy for me, though I have never loved. Love is a strong feeling of deep affection for somebody.
Loving someone you begin to see the world in a different way. And being loved makes you feel very valuable… It is something a magical gift. You want just cry: “I am in LOVE”. You are always happy, you don’t get angry with something as usual you did. Loving him or her makes you love everybody more than usual: friends, family, nature – everything that you have around you. You love the world, the world is yours. You love somebody, he or she is yours… Are you loved by someone who is loved by you? Could you give the magical gift as he or she did? You are very happy then, nothing can spoil your mood. Are you hopelessly
devoted? Then you can’t forget him or her…Everything reminds you him/her…You don’t want to see him/her in order to forget, but you lie to yourself. In every step you try to pretend, but it is impossible… You give of yourself with out the need for return. What others view as a sacrifice you perceive as a gift that you are happy to give. Sometimes you think that you must be grateful to him/her for the gift. But you are bored of thinking about him/her every minute…You want just to left your aching heart to him/ her and to continue as you did before having taken the gift, the gift that is magical, wonderful, confusing, aching…