Unfinished love story

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 Unfinished Love Story It began on an ordinary afternoon, the kind that never hints at becoming a memory. She was sitting in a quiet café, It began on an ordinary afternoon, the kind that never hints at becoming a memory. She was sitting in a quiet café, lost in her notebook, and he walked in like a moment out of place. Their eyes met the way small miracles happen—without announcement, without plan. They started talking, first about coffee, then about everything else that mattered and didn’t. There was laughter, long silences that felt safe, and the strange comfort of being understood without trying. He told her about his love for rain; she confessed her fear of goodbyes. They promised not to complicate things. Of course, they did. Love crept in quietly. It lived in the late-night texts, in songs they shared, in the way he looked at her when she wasn’t watching. But life, as always, had other plans. He had to leave—another city, another job, another dream pulling him away. They sai...

Heart vs mind



Love is the name of an uncertain and unnatural state. That person starts to look very good, who is neither good in appearance nor special. He is rich but his heart is troubled. To see this, people call love a phenomenon in which the heart is working more than the mind. People do not know that they become blind and they do not have any mind at all and finally reject anyone's words. That love which starts to worship an idol is an amazing emotion.

"The heart is always ahead in committing bold acts; it has always given importance to feelings and always will. The real question is: when a person is ruined, how does wisdom suddenly emerge? How does one realize then that this wasn't the right state of being? Anyway, love is a blinding emotion in which a person dives in willingly and with great passion."


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