I'm Glad I Realized That The Meaning Of Love Is Not To Fall In Love With Another Person

We are used to wishful thinking and romanticizing our own shortcomings. Serve our sweet vices gracefully.

When you want to be touched, caressed, excited, squeezed - it's passion.

When you want to be taken care of all the time, somebody to solve all your problems, and constantly provide for you - it is infantilism.

When you want to be madly loved, so that other person could not live without you, when you want them to share with you all of their time and put everything else aside because of you - this is selfishness.

When you desperately want to have a baby and have it with a particular man, it is biology.

When you desperately want him to propose to you (or desperately want her to be your wife) - it is a dependency.

When you love, you want nothing. You just love.

You walk around the apartment, brush your teeth, send e-mails, buy bread, drink tea, call your mother - and at the same time you love that person. He could be anywhere at this time and with anyone. This person may not even know that you love them. Different problems keep happening, life goes on as usual, but still somehow you're smiling.

Yeah, it's not practical, irrational and weird.
But that's what love is.
Everything else is just human passion.

You can build a relationship, not love. You can fight for a child's life, you can compete for the first place in a competition or you can fight for your rights, but not for love. You can expect responsibility for words and actions, honesty or understanding, but not love. Love does not care for practical result. 

Love is just a pleasant warmth inside your body.

And it's the best thing you've ever felt.