Love. There are moments where you feel so bare and naked, it is as if the world has seen you through your bones and there is nothing left to be marveled and wondered at. The intensity of this vulnerability is inexplicable not because the wrong words are chosen to represent this emotion, but because no amount of words could put it to justice. There are moments in love where you give a part of yourself to that other person. How does he handle it, is entirely up to him. You have no control over his choice of actions, no hold in what he is thinking. And vulnerability seeps in. You give this secret part of your soul to him, expecting a clandestine protection. The incessant talks of others do not matter anymore. The hype and speculation of outsiders do not matter anymore. At that moment, only you and he exist. Only you and he understand this sacred connection that nobody else is able to penetrate. But what happens when he spits your trust right back at your face? When gestures are no longer strings of romance and reverence, but one of pitfalls that showcase contempt and forgotten love? When love shows her sinister side and cut us with her sharp edges, do we falter or impenetrate ourselves? It is not easy; this affair of multiple facets, but it doesn’t have to be hard either. At the end of the day, it is the choices we make that staple our thoughts and perceptions, our actions that allow us to learn and eventually grow and move on to a different medium of thoughts. Love? Love is only a small part of it. Love, is every part of it.

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