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[One hour has been passed since we are talking]
Can you define love, Jeanie?
It is very difficult but what I feel is that true love is , capability to sacrifice you happiness for your beloved's happiness. Love is a blend of pain and pleasure.
(after a little awkward pause) hmm.. I am all ears to you . Pray speak!
I have said what I think about love.
OK Can you define sex?
Well! Without love sex is just an excercise and with the feelings of love , passion , respect it gives divine pleasure and it reaches to the point of Spiritual union.
Even I think this way.
I know.
I am not surprised that you know what I feel. (smiles)
I love talking to you and exploring you . Its just like living in a fictious world where you are getting to know a novel's character.
Yeah very true! May be our souls are made of one thing or just a part of it is same.
hmm... Casper what prevents you to love me?
We belong to different worlds.
And?
I do not fall easily in love.
Me too ( smiles) Well then cheers and please dont talk about falling in love . Remember if you want to know that you love someone or not check yourself that are you rising , developing in mind and heart or falling.If you are falling then its not love. for sure. (smiles and with a tone of urgency) Its too late .Go to sleep. Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Comments

Mr Happy said…
omg i am speechless...........its true.....
@ngel ~ said…
llolzz...!!!! :) SO are you looking forward to read my personal spaces???
Mr Happy said…
yups i am looking fwd

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