When do you know if you are ready for love? How do you know if it is a match made in heaven? Is it as they say something instantaneous and salient? Your heart beats faster, your palm starts sweating, you get tongue tied? Or could it be something that is more subtle and was in front of you the whole time? That special friend whom you confide to, whose image intrudes your thoughts regularly, and whose presence you sought whenever you feel alone?
How can you tell? Does it make you feel alive, more aware, more attentive to each and every little moments because you don't want to miss a thing; because you want to share it with that someone. Do you then walk as if upon clouds? Do you indeed grin stupidly at the mere notion of that person? Do you sigh uncontrollably, and dive into deep melancholy when they are away?
How do you know? How is requited love requited? Does it began with unrequited love until serendipity steps in and plays a hand? Or does fortune truly favors the bold, and you reach out confidently to pluck the rose that is imbedded amongst the thorns? Is it a want or a need whenever your heart leaps? Is it illogical, or can it be rational? Can romance blossom when the brain is in control? Can the heart be free, can one plus one makes one?
Where is the tipping point? Do you test the waters first? Or should you just dive in? How does one go about living; functioning when he or she is incomplete? Or can one whole be complete in oneself and not yearn for its half? There is love, and then there is romance, one does not necessary beget the other and yet they dance a sensual tango round and round.
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