If there is romance, love is different.

IF YOU ARE ALWAYS A GOOD HUMAN BEING INTERNAL AND OUTSIDE, THEN TRUE LOVE WILL COME TO YOU. Bulent
Do you want to read real hanger? Let's explain love in a more literary language...



LOVE IS OUR FATE

Love... Our destiny... The one we tried to escape but failed... The one we fell into without realizing it as we tried to stay away. We always say “It's not the time”, but inwardly “Where did he stay?” That we wait for... We pray for him to come in his absence, and we suffer in his presence. Once we taste it, we miss it for life.

*

“What is the meaning of life?” When they ask, we give their name without thinking. We do not hesitate to break even knowing that it is fragile. What we don't appreciate, that we sacrifice to nonsense... The ones we try to understand but never understand. We are always caught again even though we say “Never again”... Our source of happiness, where we experience the greatest joys together.

*

From time to time we get offended but we can't stop making peace... Our mind, our conscience, our mercy... Our destination in every journey, our lover waiting to be reunited. Our past that brings smiles to our faces and sometimes tears when we remember it... Our present that makes us say "Thank God I'm alive"... Our future, which makes us dream impossible and causes others to look at us as crazy... Our 'ezel', our 'eternal'... For the sake of which we go and die... Our sun in all seasons, our life-giving breath... Our greatest value.

*

What we can't find, we can't ask anyone. When he left, we cursed after him a thousand times, but then we could not stand his absence. That we forget the world when it is with us, that we are cold from living when it is not... We follow it knowing that it will hurt us, and that we regret like crazy when we do not go. The cry we have accumulated inside is our biggest rebellion against those who try to separate them. Our fear, our fearlessness, and our childhood that never grows up. Our hope, our despair, and our thirst that will never be quenched.

*

Our evil, our good, our greatest truth. Our beauty, our ugliness, our eternal uncertainty. Although we abandon every habit of ours, we cannot give up... We do not keep our eyes off the knots, sometimes we hide in every corner. Our peace, our restlessness, our irritability, our fragility. Our secret that we never tell anyone. If it is in our heart, we have everything, if not, we have nothing... The heart is like that... Our heart... Love... Our destiny...

LOVING THE SORRY OF LOVE

Sometimes, even when you are at your happiest, love is seas of sadness pulling you away. One side of love always carries sadness. Your lover is with you, in your soul, inside you, right under your nose, but suddenly your nose ache. When he woke up one morning, the thought of not being able to find her with him came to his mind. You hug, "Can't we just break up?" you teach. If you are not ashamed, you will cry. Even if you are ashamed, you will cry. Two drops of tears fall from your eyes, your lover looks at you "What happened now?" he asks. You say, "Nothing, I love you so much...", you smile. You even love the sadness of love...

FAILED TO GO

Sometimes love makes you and your lover feel like two prisoners in the same cage. The cage door is open, but you cannot go out. Whatever happens, under any circumstance, you are in a position to hope for that love. You are not stepping on a solid ground, the ground you step on is slipping under your feet, you cannot prevent this, but you do not say, “We have more to live and share”. The thought of leaving, the thought of being alone makes your whole body tremble. Love doesn't leave you...

PAYING THE PRICE

Sometimes, love is not being able to express what you feel. You love it so much, you love it like crazy, you love it enough to die. You may be saying all these sentences, but you know that it does not fully reflect how you feel. Feeling is faster than words. What you say, what you can say will not be even 1 percent of what you feel for him. Is it harmful to love so much? Let it be the harm of this love. There are prices to be paid in love, those who are afraid to pay cannot give their due. Love loves those who are willing to pay the price...

CONTINUOUS MISSING

Sometimes love is not being able to do anything but miss. You are the enemy of the hours, the days, the roads that separate you from him. Meetings are difficult. The majority of rare meetings are spent trying to overcome the alienation that results from separation. And how strange; Time passes faster than usual in such situations.

Before you can even kiss or smell, you will be condemned to a new forced separation. The melodies of longing songs enter your ears and reach your heart, and then drip from your eyes... Did you know that those who can stand the longing can endure many difficulties in life more easily? Missing is also included in love, like meeting, meeting, making love.