Love actually is a physics philosophy.
We can't decide how to act.
It needs logic, but the logic is abstract.
It's almost fix and not totally exact.
It demands a lot of explanation, but you'll need the whole clear-cut and or imaginary reasons to prove it.
Love is complicated. Sometimes difficult.
It can be humble, it can be perfectly modest.
It can be luxurious, sparkling, and all the diva-related tags.
Love is more than "I'm the Bonnie to your Clyde. You're the moon and I'm the tide.."
It is a gazillion times more than "You jump, I jump."
Trust me, when this wonderful feeling comes to you, it worths the world and your own life. And no movies, poems, songs, novels, plays, can compare to yours. Cause no love alike. No love similar. God is too mighty and creative to make such a masterpiece twice.
If I had to choose how to describe it, I'll choose the way Aristotle and Napoleon Bonaparte did. Or even The Beatles.
"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies," and the famous 'To Destiny' graven necklace. The other side of my heart starts telling me "Love is old, love is new, love is all, love is you."
I don't know, I can't describe it. One of difficult things about love is definitely this. Trying to figure out Love definition itself. The difficulty makes me constantly telling myself that it's the charm that the part of your soul cast whenever a person going to be a part of your life. Or your memories. It's the melody no one else can hear. It's a soap opera you watch inside your mind, and you don't mind to be the part of it. It's a miracle. Undescribed miracle.
So I found it, Love is Undescribed Miracle.
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