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The discarded idea of love...

This is the longest break I have taken from writing since I started blogging. My apologies to those countable few who were genuinely, consciously, and willingly bothered by me missing in action all this while. 

One constant problem with writing something regularly is that you often seem to run out of ideas and imagination. Then you run back to your old discarded ideas only to re-confirm that you have already passed that stage a zillion times and have dismissed those thoughts from putting here. 

So where does this ship lands?

"To the same old discarded ideas!"

Thus, I fell back on my neglected ideas for moral support and rendered upon this very feeling of love, I am still full of. 

Well sorry but I initially refrained from writing anything about the emotion of love here, due to my many conflicts with this very superlative feeling. But somehow we are here, back at it. 

Fortunately, Unfortunately, I leave it for you to decide, my dear readers! (Lemme know what you feel about it, in the comments!)


What is your greatest love language?

According to me, the most underappreciated language of love is missing someone. Someone could be in your head all day long, and they might not have any idea about it. If this doesn't define genuineness, nothing else ever will.

I read somewhere that, "You can love someone with all your heart, but you can never love someone as much as you miss them." Wouldn't be any wrong if we can conclude that, missing someone is the highest degree of being loved by someone. 

The emotion of missing someone could sit heavy in your heart all day for weeks while you slightly know about the whereabouts of your love. 

The saddest part? Your loved ones could never know that you have missed them to a degree that could not be defined or measured by any means. 

The greatest irony? This most underappreciated act of missing someone could make you feel so appreciated in that someone's life. 

How beautiful it would sound if somebody tells you that you are so valuable that your presence deserved to be missed 24*7. 

Cheesy? No. Cherished!

On that note, pause. 

Whom do you miss the most right now? And do they have any idea that you are missing them until you yourself have to go and validate this feeling by informing that particular person? 

No, right? How saddening, this one feeling could be?

Never Mind! There's always hope. 

Someone out there misses you just as much as you are missing someone right now! I hope you find comfort in that!








 


  





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