A letter from Love!

Hello there, do you remember me? I’m Love. We first met when you were in your mother’s womb. Everytime you moved in her womb, she would be happy and tell your father about you. 

When you were born, your parents filled their hearts with me. While you were growing up your parents kept giving me to you. 

Over the years, you replaced me with hatred, jealousy, infatuation, etc, I never complained. You were fooled by infatuation when he entered your heart with my ID card. You caught him when you met the person of your dreams. She sent my siblings into your heart and together we all chased infatuation away. 

I feel so good living in your heart but I do get annoyed when you just allow me to open the doors and windows of your heart only once in a year(Valentine’s day). Come on dear, it’s really suffocating in here. I need fresh air. Only if you open the doors and windows can I tell my brothers and sisters that I’m there in you. 

She comes to you to see me everyday but looks like you’ve chosen to show me only on Valentine’s day. Don’t be stupid! 

I need to communicate with them. I don’t use WhatsApp, Facebook or Twitter, so the only way I can communicate is by speaking up and expressing. 

And please stop writing my name all over the place unnecessarily. I don’t like my name being misused. 

Everytime you meet someone who is less privileged than you, don’t shut the doors of your heart. I feel as if I’m imprisoned. Show me to them. If they see me, they will send my cousin Blessing! 

When your parents are old, they need me. Don’t behave as if you don’t know that I’m in your heart. We became friends because of your parents. My parents live in them, I can’t ignore them. Everytime your parents make mistakes, don’t scold them. The doors and windows of their hearts are always open for you. Just keep your heart open. 

If I’m in your heart, then my cousins Sorrow and Pain will come to visit me regularly. Please don’t see them as enemies. They are part of my family. 

Recently I met my friends in your brain, they told me that you were trying to write about me. Strange! It’s about me right? I am with you since your birth and I don’t think you have tried enough to know me. Maybe we should talk about this. 

You opened the door on Rose day and I hope you don’t close it on 14th evening. 

You best friend,

Love.