Love

No definite description was uttered when she was asked, “What made you love him?”. Just a long pause yet it wasn’t due to uncertainty but rather the rush of love in her heart and mind endlessly race up and down to both poles. To stare blankly yet the absence of ambiguity seems to make more sense when a famous notion once universalized “Do not seek the because – in love, there is no because, no reasonno explanation, no solutions.”

Clearly, there are reasons from attitude to behaviors, memories to treasure, and reasonable and appealing physique. Once it all changed, would it still be said as “love”, if such reasons faded? To love is patently obscure and explicit.

To love you is to love you, perpetually.