Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his
height be taken.
Love ’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov’d
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
We became lovers and our love was growing day by day much vaster than an empire. However, the meaning of love was still a mystery to me as I would not be able to tell anyone categorically, how I fell in love with her and I was sure she could not say either. But, I knew I love her and same did she!
Then the ugly thought of how we met came to my memory once more. But, was it actually ugly? Not really if I must be frank, after all I did not come out defeated.
From that, I realized that love does not occur to us human beings equally, no it is not a stereotypical affair. My own approach was defensive that very day, I did not say I had things I never dreamt of having. I did not talk about my family and neither did she, yet we believed we were in love.
It therefore occurred one day, I mean one fateful morning few weeks after we fell in love that…