When love is not madness, its not love!

A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on it for the first time, virtues and vices floated around and were bored, not knowing what to do.

One day, all the vices and virtues were gathered together and were more bored than ever. Suddenly, Ingenious came up with an idea: “Let’s play hide and seek!”

All of them liked the idea and immediately Madness shouted: “I want to count, I want to count!” And since nobody was crazy enough to want to seek Madness, all the others agreed. Madness leaned against a tree and started to count: “One, two, three…”

As Madness counted, the vices and virtues went hiding. Tenderness hung itself on the horn of the moon, Treason hid in a pile of garbage. Fondness curled up between the clouds and Passion went to the center of the earth. Lie said that it would hide under a stone, but hid at the bottom of the lake, whilst Avarice entered a sack that he ended up breaking. And Madness continued to count: “…seventy nine, eighty, eighty one…”

By this time, all the vices and virtues were already hidden – except Love. For undecided as Love is, he could not decide where to hide. And this should not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it is to hide Love.

Madness: “…ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven…” Just when Madness got to one hundred, Love jumped into a rose bush where he hid.

And Madness turned around and shouted: “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

As Madness turned around, Laziness was the first to be found, because Laziness had no energy to hide. Then he spotted Tenderness in the horn of the moon, Lie at the bottom of the lake and Passion at the center of the earth. One by one, Madness found them all – except Love.

Madness was getting desperate, unable to find Love.

Envious of Love, Envy whispered to Madness: “You only need to find Love, and Love is hiding in the rose bush.”

Madness grabbed a wooden pitch fork and stabbed wildly at the rose bush. Madness stabbed and stabbed until a heartbreaking cry made him stop. Love appeared from the rose bush, covering his face with his hands. Between his fingers ran two trickles of blood from his eyes.

Madness, so anxious to find Love, had stabbed out Love’s eyes with a pitch fork. “What have I done! What have I done!” Madness shouted. “I have left you blind! How can I repair it?”

And Love answered: “You cannot repair my eyes. But if you want to do something for me, you can be my guide.”

And so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is always accompanied by Madness.

“There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving…there are some love that don’t go away…but we should all be lucky to end up with that somebody who has a little of that insanity. Somebody who never lets go. Somebody who cherishes you forever.”

Submitted by: Samantha

STORY ABOUT LOVE

“When I read this story by an anonymous author one year ago, I promised myself that I would read it on that special day when the bells are ringing and the silverware are clinking with the crystals. I still intend to keep that promise. But now I feel a certain responsibility to share this to all of you. So before you start ending promises or breaking any vows and end up asking yourself why you had to let go, read this first. Maybe this can help. Dreams do come true. I never believed in that myself until I had one. And I promised that the sun really shines eternally even in the spotless mind. This is to all Clementines out there…”

My husband is an Engineer by profession. I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I have to admit, that I’m getting tired of it. The reasons of me for loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. “Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night. He seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feelings of disappointment only increased.

Here is a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me: “What can I do to change your mind?” somebody said it right, its hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: “Here is a question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said: “I will give you your answer tomorrow…” My hope sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and I saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the table near the front door, that goes…

“My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further…” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the computer, you always mess up the software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus, I have to save my legs to rush home to open the doors for you. You love traveling but you always lose your way in the new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism, I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare to the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help clip you nails and help remove those annoying white hairs, and hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more that I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk…”

I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone.

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms, even small and cheekyforms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form, flowers and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments…

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I love it when you kiss me. Your soft lips on mine, sending tiny shivers on my spine. Your hands on my shoulders, running along the small curve of my neck and the cusp of my face. Your warmth enclosing me, embracing me, making me feel like there’s no one else but you and I.

 

Thats so so beautiful!!!! <3

I hope I may never acknowledge any reason why minds that truly love each other shouldn’t be joined together. Love isn’t really love if it changes when it sees the beloved change or if it disappears when the beloved leaves. Oh no, love is a constant and unchanging light that shines on storms without being shaken; it is the star that guides every wandering boat. And like a star, its value is beyond measure, though its height can be measured. Love is not under time’s power, though time has the power to destroy rosy lips and cheeks. Love does not alter with the passage of brief hours and weeks, but lasts until Doomsday. If I’m wrong about this and can be proven wrong, I never wrote, and no man ever loved.

– That is absolutely true!!