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Some never understood, some never got, some never thought of it. Some always shared it, some never cared it. Some died for it, some killed. Some trusted wholeheartedly, some never believed it. It got a fame but never a reputed name. Even being so infamous everyone wants to be famous with it. 
It is love. Love an essential way of living a life, not a part of a life but the way of living. Which unknowingly plays an important role in one’s life. The love when we want it, while having it and after losing it. It's more than what we see, think and experience, sometimes more than what we feel, divine to have, proud to say in a pleasure way.  
Love groom's one, it creates a person better from good. The realisation for some and responsibility of one. Love couldn't be same for everyone. Some feel it absently in the presence of one. Some feel it in those looks, smile and from that hidden stare. Some feel it in those silly talks which means a lot. Some for those lonely accompanied walk. Some feel it in that touch which will be remembered in absence. 
Love, hides the pain, reveals the emotions, concealed the absence and lost in the presence. A true love cares like a mother, scolds like a father, tease like a sister, irritates like a brother, share more than a friend.   

  


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