Dear Love

This is an open letter. I am taking this chance to clear up my notions about loving someone and being loved by someone.

I want to be loved in a way that makes me love myself more. I want to be loved in a way that celebrates me the way I am. I want to be loved in a way as if I was some festival that I could make so many people happy with my presence. (If you take pictures, make me feel beautiful. :D)

Same goes for you. If I tell you I love you, you should know that sometimes I smile thinking about you. However, I don’t want to stop you from loving others. The world is made up of beautiful people and I would deem myself lucky that my heart knows how to love you and celebrate your existence. And so should you.

You should know why I feel so. I feel as a human being, socialising is all about finding a part of ourselves in others. It’s not technically possible to find a person who has every piece of you in them and then call them soulmates. There are infinite soulmates out there, because every human has a part of you and vice versa. If you don’t find out your soulmates and celebrate them for sharing a part of you, then how does staying with me help you complete your circle of life?

Every kind of relationship that exists, is made out of love. But the nature of the relationship is made out of the intentions. Trust and honesty makes the relationship more enduring. I believe every human needs someone or a group of people who they can always go back to, through the ups and downs of life. Someone who can share the joys and sorrows of life, together. Someone who can understand what you are. Someone who can trust you to do exactly the same for them.

I want to celebrate as many as wonderful people I can, and if we share a bond, I want us to do this together. And when we get to the end of this, I want you to know that we owe each other nothing but infinite love and respect and endless gratitude that I knew you and the beautiful experience of a lifetime that I learnt to love you.

I think if we don’t find these people we can’t figure out our own life. And when we can’t figure out our own life, we can’t find the love of our life. I don’t know how correct it feels to have found the love of your life and then living life after that, but I definitely know that I will get there someday and if I do find them, I will tell you.