that kind of love

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 There is a kind of love after which all the purpose of love is achieved. You would not want anyone after that because all you have is beautiful memories that you don't want to lose. Letting go is love too, it doesn't seek recognition. Love is and always will be beautiful and the memories of loved one stay in heart to prove how beautiful love is. 


The clandestine memories, the sweet, sour, and bitter ones, you cherish and think oh my god! I was insane while this happened. You laugh and you cry at yourself, you think and rethink, you imagine and you imagine different endings, different in-between stories, and whatnot. You always remember the stories. Love essentially never dies.

We may traveler better or maybe new places but the emotion lives in the heart. You get dazzled and you start thinking, oh my God how did this happen, how it all started, how your la-la-land was. You remember the first meetings, the awkward shy eye contact, and going away and coming back. You remember details and you fall in love with them, maybe they know or maybe they don't. But love is not a business it doesn't ask back, it just gives and never tells you. You remember the songs you sing to each other, and how you make faces on video chats, how you sleep while hearing their voice, you remember the songs they dedicated to you, even when they are from a different language, and every time you play the song they come back into your mind yet again and you start dancing with the memories in a cold night amidst the stars wearing a black dress. You give a part of your life and take a part in the life of someone that lives in you and with you forever. Every phase, every planning, every detail, plans, and wishes they live with you.

Well, I don't know if I will be able to see you again. I don't know if you would be there to hear this or not. Maybe in some other story, we will meet and I will do this with you all and over again. My love story lives till I live and you live. It is complete and beautiful. Love is and will always be beautiful and so are love stories. 

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