Love

Love is a four-letter word that is described in many ways, every person has their own definition for it. But the strange thing is until we feel that emotion we can understand its value and depth. Love doesn't care about the matter of first, last or only one . Years ago when I just saw a certain person couple of times frequently once in a while I thought it was just a pure coincidence . There was never even a word spoken between us even though we know our identities, we just used to have a glimpse of each other whenever we crossed our paths. Gradually I felt a kind of happiness dwelling inside me when I saw that person, I assumed myself as my illusion and I ignored the only conversation which was initiated by the other person.  Sometimes we might not realise that we are already experiencing that feeling but when we look back after many years it always brings a smile to our face when we think about it. Our love for someone might contain both happy and sad memories, but it's worth mentioning only when it brings a happy smile whenever we think about it at any part of life irrespective of the person is whether your past or present love.