There is one thing about the heart that is pretty confusing. Sometimes, we are not sure whether we are really in love or we are in love with the idea of being in love.
Right, that’s the truth. I mean, can we be really truthful to ourselves? Are we that lonesome that when we meet someone who’s really beautiful, a person who you can listen to every word he or she is saying all the time, with an infectious smile, and you can’t just look away, and such… in other words, a person whose existence makes you happy, that raises the question.
Can that be love? Or is it just a short-term desire that occurs just because we feel that we are lonely?
And they say that if you still have the feeling after 40 days, it is love. It could be that we are lying to ourselves. We don’t want to feel empty, so we fill our hearts with it. Believing is better than not having anything at all, but believing in a lie will make us feel emptier later, wouldn’t it?