What is Love?

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What is Love?

The more I live the more I think of the meaning of this word. Trust? Respect? Passion? Desire? Need??? OR all thee things together?



Do we ever meet someone who we can love and respect and trust and need and want at the same time? Can we really trust someone we love? Can we desire that person and feel that breathtaking passion for years? Can we go through life storms and still care for each other no mater where we are? How many years should pass that the real feeling will die?

Cellou, everytime we talk with you over the phone I keep on asking myself these questions....

Its been ages... Do you remember us? London? Our little private things)? Yeah... I know you do...
I know I should"ve married you.... I know that...

The most painful thing Ive heard were your words - that had to be my kid.. you had to be my wife...
Yes. Unfortunately, I married a wrong guy and got pregnant from him...

We had to meet that day in NYC when he was in Cali... I knew right there and then - I wont contain all those feelings... I knew. We would"ve spent the night.....
May be we should have....
You don"t believe that I love you)... You always know that I do. And somewhere deep in your heart you still know - ONE DAY... ONE DAY we gonna be together forever).

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