Laila, "The love they say is something Magical that creates a phenomenon of entirety amongst two incomplete souls.

Ayman blushed, "Yes it is! It's much more than that. It's more than just butterflies and sweaty hands. It's losing yourself in pursuit of it and believing that it will find you, heal you, and put you back together into a better you.

If so is it? then why am I afraid of love? why is it so attractive when it springs from your mother or sister but in other forms it's poisonous, loaded with selfishness? Laila interrogated.

Sincere love is generous, kind, and unadulterated. It never expects back what it gives. It's a kind of love that is the amalgamation of sacrifice, care, generosity, and selflessness. love in other forms is emotions molested by selfishness, fostered by greed, and bought up by Ego. Sincere love is independent, it is free from limitations while in other forms Love is crippled. You carry it, nurture it, and the moment you start paying less it complains and then it perishes. Ayman explained with her eyes closed and her head raised towards the skies as if she was the Prophet of Love receiving the revelations from the heavens.
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