Automatically, one would think this is going to be about a love story between two. The dictionary would state love as “a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person”, but when you actually think about it; love is a story between yourself and another million little details.
The details, that no one would notice when they see the whole image of a person or a story. These are the details that may seem so usual or unnecessary when you live the day as it comes; but it’s because of these details, you’re who you are at this very exact moment. The way you are feeling at this moment is a detail itself, and you’ve felt this way many times before; it may be cause of a person, a situation or nothing at all… but it might have moved your emotions, or maybe not.
Now, I’m obviously not a psychiatrist; but I’m experienced. I’ve loved, lost, gained, felt, cried, screamed, hoped, smiled and had butterflies just like any other human being would have. That is enough for me to conclude these feelings; they all come out of love.
This is somewhat exaggerated to you, but it’s completely understandable to me. Who would have thought that one day, I will care about the specifics in life? I’ve always worried about the bigger image rather than the little details that created it. But because of some of the most memorable details that have occurred in my life, it changed my whole overview on the main image.
This big image is love, and each letter has a story behind it; or it wouldn’t have been such a powerful word. And since each letter came from a place, a detail must have started it off.
