Questions of Love, remains unanswered.

What is love and how long does it last? Who first used the phrase “I love you” and what were they feeling?

What is love? Is it the feeling of butterflies while seeing the person you’re attracted to, or is it the feeling of jealousy when you see them with someone else, or is it the feeling of safety when you’re with them, or is it the feeling of comfort around them, or is it the urge to think way into the future with them, or is the compromises you make, or is it the need to spend time together? What exactly is it?

It’s never actually been easy to explain why we’re in love with the person we love, but if we cant explain it then how do we know its love? We make promises of loving them forever, but honestly, how long does love last?

Does love have an expiration date? Can we say love lasts forever or does it fade with time too? What proof do we have that love lasts forever? Is it the old couples that still walk around the parks together, or is it the marriage that lived and died together? But how can we be sure that they were together because of love and not because of moral obligations, societal complications, own reputation, the sake of the children, the sake of having someone around, or even just because of the fear of dying alone?

How long does love actually last? As long as the two people have explored each other’s minds, tastes, likes and dislikes? Or as long as they’ve explored each other’s bodies? 

How do you know you’re together because of love and not because you’re used to each other, or you’re just so comfortable together that things are easy that way?

So what is love? Is it something real, or is it just a figure of speech or just a cliché?

I’m not one who’s in a position to know answers for this, but I’m definitely one in a position who is clearly obsessed with the idea of love. I know not of the origin and the expiry date of love (if any), but I do know that I find myself pretty much fallen deep in it, and somehow find it difficult to find a way out of it. And although my mind questions the feelings I feel, my heart pretty much knows and believes that its love. 

Bid you Adieu !

And now my friend, the time has come,
and after all that's said and done,
we must part ways, please understand,
coz i'm moving away to a far away land.
It doesn't mean this is the end,
it was the only way I could mend
all that's going wrong right now,

you know life's taken its toll somehow.

So my last resort was to move away,

but believe by your side I'll constantly stay.

And no moment will pass without your thought,

coz the memory and your thoughts will be all that I got.

And I promise to keep them  safe with me,

I promise it'll be from now to eternity.

Oh Lover, oh Friend, my last words to you,

I write in this letter to bid you adieu !

"Do You Desire Love? Have A Sleepover"- David Wygant (Huffington Post- 06/12/2013)

Remember when we were kids?

Friday would come, or it'd be the summertime. You'd look at your mom and say, "Can I sleepover at Denise's house tonight?"

Remember the excitement you had as your mom drove you over to your friend's house? That feeling of exhilaration that you were going to have this amazing sleepover?

You'd always get to stay up a little later, as you were having a sleepover.

You'd get to read, cuddle up, have fun and talk under the covers with the flashlight.

When your friend's parents went to bed, you'd get to raid the refrigerator and have a late-night snack.

Maybe you'd get to watch a movie or favorite show, or sometimes the babysitter would be there and just didn't pay any attention to you. Most of the time, they'd be too consumed with hanging out with one of their friends.

The beauty of a sleepover back then was the conversations that lasted throughout the night. Weren't they so much fun? I know I have some great memories of sleepovers as a kid.

Well, you know what? That's what love should be like. Love should be like having a constant sleepover with someone.

You should be able to look forward to sitting together and sharing stories about your day; be excited about washing your face and brushing your teeth together, feel like you can't wait to fall asleep next to each other.

It's so much fun to connect with someone like that. You want to enjoy and look forward to every aspect of your lives together. It doesn't matter whether you're doing something mundane like doing the washing up, or something romantic like taking a bath together. Life and love should feel like an endless sleepover; every single night.

That's why I'm a firm believer that you never, ever go to bed angry with each other.

Never go to bed without kissing each other.

Never go to bed without saying, "I love you."

Life can be an endless sleepover. It just depends on the way you look at the relationship.

If you're with someone that you're not excited to see at night, you're not in the right relationship. It's about bonding, connecting and downloading your day. A great relationship is all about communication. It's about listening to each other. Touching, talking and connecting.

Just like we did when we were little kids. When we were little kids, we couldn't wait to connect with our friends at a sleepover. We made it special.

So, go and look at your relationship. Start thinking about your weekend sleepovers. The fun you can have. The beauty you can have.

Here's what I want you to do.

This weekend, have a sleepover with your lover. Make it fun. Build a tent. Put some extra goodies in the refrigerator.

Rent a movie. Crawl into bed. Talk. Touch.

Ignite that relationship again!

Treat it as you did when you were a kid and you were so excited about that sleepover.

Maybe even go somewhere else. Go to a hotel, and have your sleepover somewhere else.

For those you are monetarily challenged, get a tent and go out in the back yard. Have fun!

It's all about being creative. It's all about remembering the beauty of when you were a child.

Love is all about being a child again. It's about opening up your heart, opening up your soul, and dropping your ego.

So, forget about the tension, the fights, or whatever it might be. Send the kids off to their uncle's, aunt's or grandmother's house if you have them, and have a sleepover with your significant other. Eat your favorite snacks, watch your favorite movies, talk into the wee hours of the morning, and reconnect like you did when you first met.

Love is having a constant sleepover. Sometimes, we forget about the beauty of it. We get so caught up in our debt, so caught up in our heads, so caught up in our lives, and so caught up in our work.

But it's time to reignite it, and it's a time to do it now!

Insomnia

“Which son of a gun said sleeping wasn’t fun? But the irony is in the helplessness, for it isn’t easy to sleep, and if its not easy, how can it be fun?”

Here I am, lying in my bed for the past 4 hours with a determined thought of falling asleep. But where is sleep? I know people play “hard to get”, it’s the way things are, but is sleep doing that too?

It’s been a whole week, and every time I get in bed, tossing and turning is all I do, and sleep? Well rarely!

It’s a crazy world where things are supposed to go according to the cycle it’s followed for generations. Was it always meant to be a natural phenomenon to fall asleep when it’s dark? Who said the night was night? More like who said night=sleep? Was the magnificence of darkness never meant to be appreciated, and instead meant to be ignored by some dead activity of sleep? Was it always the sun that was considered “safe to be out” and night considered “danger”?

Night=bright lights, empty streets, cool breeze, less polluted air; and yet its considered danger?

Has these questions ever hit anyone, or is it just the insomniacs?

People think we’re not falling asleep because we’re thinking too much, not closing our eyes, not saying our prayers, not doing it right! But how can you fall asleep when you’re not falling asleep? Which son of a gun said sleeping wasn’t fun?

For I am one of the few people who loves the word sleep, but the humor lies in the part where I cant make myself do what I love!

So here it is, the mixed questions and ironies of a sleep-deprived insomniac who now sits with her laptop, searching on Google “how to fall asleep”.