What is True Love?

With 14th Feb coming up and people bringing down the moon for their loved ones, I've always wondered whether they stopped loving these so called love for the rest of the 364 days. I've seen people breaking up and running around trying to find a new match because it is a shame in the eye of the society when the other half of the 'broke' already found a new one.

I so much feel ashamed of people who try so hard to make love happen, when it is that love just happens. I've seen people break up for silly reasons. I detest the ones who think they can enter and exit a relationship at will. That's not love, that is lust, that is eroticity, that is craving for 'you know what' and that is of course pure selfishness. I pity the ones who want everyone's permission to lead a life with the ones whom they love. This pity is comparable to the one that we feel for a street dog which whines because it hasn't eaten for days. It begs for food from everyone. I don't know the words to describe the ones who find hundreds of reasons to move out of a relationship, but hardly finds one to stay in. I've to admit I stuck on to one of this breed with total ignorance, but the learning and enlightment when I came out was amazing. I feel at peace.

I've felt I had thought from my school days that I had found true love, but I failed miserably everytime I tried to make myself believe that.

A few things I've learned or copied from what I've read over the years :

1. To protect, but to never want to be protected can be true love

2. To be possessed but not to possess could be true love

3. To leave when you are not wanted shows true love

4. To inspire and be inspired is true love

5. To be the strength and never the weakness is and will always be true love

6. To be there whether he/she rubs the magic lamp or not is of course true love

7. To forgive and forget the gravest of mistakes of others is obviously true love

And from the writer's corner:

I did experience true love when I came back from my surgery all tired and needed a lot of mental and physical support. My loving mom and dad took good care of me. My pet, Mickie had to be kept away from me lest I may catch an infection. Everybody shooed her away when they saw her coming to me. Poor doggie had no clue. And a few days later, when I was getting better, my mom told me she was sleeping half way up the first floor, rather than her usual rug near the parent's room to make sure I was alright. This is true love.

I just love my bloody black bitch, Mickie.

And that's why the pic of that black labrador retriever figured at the top of the post.