Funny how such a little word like ‘Love’ can invoke so much confusion and uncertainty…:-). When we go separate ways with the person we love, what’s left is often a mixed feelings of all kinds of emotion. Somehow we become confuse about our (so-called) love with that person. Was it love or something other? And how do we recognize love? From its features? Its coloring? Its tastes? Smells? How? I think there are a lot of emotion that because of our laziness, we (mis)interpret it as love: infatuation, obsession, crush (small or big…:-)), sympathy, even pity. But how do we identify love? When we (think) we fall in love, do we want to waste those precious moment just to reflect to really know what we feel?
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