Love.

Being in love is like being surprised by your homie with a box full of chicken nuggets (Potato wedges if you're vegan) when you just finished baking your delicious chocolate cookies for them. It's like knowing that you'll always find your way back home, no matter to how much of an extent you get engrossed in the labyrinth that is life. It's the feeling you get when you're appreciated for the little achievements which otherwise would go unnoticed by you, that moment of sheer happiness when you have someone who helps you find a positive outlook on things when you're drained out of spirit.

It is love when we go to shop for one sweater and get back with two bags in hand, one for your sibling who you thought would rock it better than you. Love, the only thing in the World which can't be traded or manipulated. It is natural in all its forms and demands for your efforts to keep it growing. Support and care, the sun and water to the plant that is love. Making people believe that they are loved and valued is difficult in this world where tactics exist everywhere and being duped is not rare. Keeping people happy and expressing fondness can come from actions which are as small as wishing good luck.

Just imagine sitting on your beanbag, looking out of the window, at the rain, the drops which fall down without giving a damn about where they're going to land, a cup of warm goodness in your hands and a cozy blanket to calm your body, when you're sitting there in the moment and suddenly realizing your existence and all that you've lived and yet to live, the beauty which is in being alive, that very moment when you take a minute to be grateful for everything and everyone who have made you what you are, that is love.
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P.s: I'm so so so damn happy about using food reference in the beginning, it felt like something was lacking in my posts and finally it is here. Thank you for reading, stick around!❣️