A letter to love…


Maybe, it isn’t easily possible to get to know every dimension of it, but it is possible to understand it. Maybe it isn’t possible to know everything that it is, but it is possible to know that it exists… And to me, that’s lovely enough.
The closest we’ll get to understand what it is to love, is not even close to what it really is. Because there isn’t a mere definition to it.
It’s infinite, it’s endless, it’s boundless and it’s formless… There are just innumerable kinds to it but no single definition. There are just innumerable phases to it but never a single pattern.
And nothing else compares to it, because it consists of everything that there exists.

– Shiv