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LOVE - NOT JUST AN EMOTION



Love is not just an emotion or feeling..
It's about how u get attracted to someone's smile..
How you open up without the fear of getting judged..
It's about how you start giving more importance to the likes and dislikes of your partner than your own..
It's about how you miss each other's presence when apart..
How sometimes you don't need to explain it. your expressions stand enough..
Its about how you eventually become the support system of each other..
How you regret for not being present there when your partner needed you..
How u enjoy discussing about your day while an evening walk together in the park..
Its about how u handle all the ups and downs and still stand by each other's side..
How you dream, plan and create your future together..
It's all about soo many little things which keep your trust, bond and love strong..!❤️
-Ruchika Saraogi

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