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I'm lying if I say I always understand that this is how fate wanted to be cruel, blind and merciless with me. I smile, I don't cry. I know I'm telling the truth: love is not dead. Even if it will never return to my soul, in any form…

Love is not a pre-built feeling that appears in your soul and radiates out of nowhere, it is a force that is built and built daily with sincerity, patience, pain, passion and thoughts. Love only grows if you believe in it.

We no longer know or perhaps we never knew how to live simply, to take events as they are without innovating and reinventing what happened to us in life through imagination. We always live on a rocky, winding road, where we go up and down most of the time because of ourselves. We all want happiness with the person we love, but since for many people, it is well hidden, all we can do is be sad until we find it. How else could we be?

One evening I tried to force myself not to think about certain things that I ruminate on in my head every day and honestly, I realized that I wanted to think about them, that my life would be empty without these memories that I build in my mind. Probably, the memory of a person is so ingrained in my subconscious that, over time, it has made its home in my thoughts and now it doesn't want to leave.

Sometimes, the secret to finding love is to stop looking because when you ask the least from life, you will receive the most.