“the only love that is real love, loves for no reasons at all” “the only love that is real love, loves for no reasons at all”. Today, I find myself analysing the thought. Why do we feel that special way for someone if there is no reason to do so? If one has a REASON to love someone does that remain REAL Love? Once the reason is gone, does the love also go/disappear? If that feeling doesn’t go, can that still be called love, especially when the object of love and the reason, both are absent? Is it possible to move on, and just ignore that feelings you have deep down? We can decide never to fall in love at all, but everyone says it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. But perhaps we are less able to avoid falling in love than we are able to love unconditionally and eternally. Therefore, our only other option is to take a risk and fall in love, doing it both logically and passionately. Love indeed is a big gamble. And hopefully, when the stakes are high enough, we'll win. Is the immense confusion of love just a beautiful site? or a convinced illusion above your perception of #life?! The confusion continues…*-*