As much as I would love to say, heart, his literary brother brain prevents me from doing so. Well, biologically, he is right. So, I am helpless. The heart is an organ which pumps blood throughout thy body, says Google.

Love. It’s the purest emotion. And I am still unclear on the word choice right there. Why is it pure? Why can’t it be the most beautiful one? Why can’t it be the most emotional one? I am finding it extremely difficult to adjust with pure.

Well, as a Science student, let me consider the scientific aspect of pure. A pure substance is something that contains only one type of particles, again says Google. And upon derivating, we can conclude that it might not hold anything else but love. No hatred. No anger. No distress. No sadness. Nothing else but love. Now that makes some sense.

But now, as a human, let me consider the experience side of love. I have found most of my friends to be lovers. Yes, I am a teenager. And quite wonderfully, I found a mixture of emotions in every one of them. So, Science seems to collide with Psychology here. Now, this is taking forever. So let’s try to conclude, shall we not?

So, we have considered various aspects of love. And each one of those gave us different answers. So, let’s conclude that love is related to a very famous expression in Mathematics. It is not defined. More correctly, it is for you to find.

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The moon covers my e

y

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s

but never masking the tears of my l o n g i n g.

I've searched for half my life for t

h

i

s

for y o u.

love comes from the vast space,

the ever-expanding sky,

the infinite universe

love is the element

that you never see

on the charts

love is a poisonous gas

that portrudes from dying stars

love makes its way

into the oxygen,

affecting unsuspecting victims

nobody is safe

from the toxins

love is as old

as the first living thing

as the first beating heart

as the first “I love you”

love is not meant to be understood

love is not a human concept

love is beyond mere earth

love comes from

everything and anything;

as infinite and impure as the universe itself,

as old as the first dying star

I love you, I said

Where your love came from? he asked.

From where? What should I say?

From bottom of my heart?

From my mind?

From my brain or every cells in my body?

Dunno. Where it came from acutally.

I looked at his eyes.

It doesn’t matter, I just love you.

It DOES matter. He emphasised.

Does it?

Okay, fine. Forget it. I sighed.

He smiled, then embraced me.

Hey, I love you too. He whispered into my ear.

I pulled him away.

Now where YOUR love came from, I shouted.

He smiled again.

I NEED THE ANSWR, I screamed.

Wanna know that.

My love, it came from you. Not at the very first galance.

But day after day, little by little it came from you.

I love you because the love I want it came from you.

CAME FROM ME? That doesn’t make sense.

He pinched my cheek. That does.

Love came from the persons or things that make us to fall in love with them.

If love came from my self, I would’ve love anything.

But it doesn’t work like that.

For me, love came from YOU.

Attention.

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Connection comes from atoms,

Far out in the cosmos,

Splitting like glass,

Imploding,

Becoming something bigger than itself,

And that's how all love,

Platonic, family, romantic,

That's how it came to be,

So when you go through life,

Feeling a pull in your chest towards something right,

It is the atom coming back together,

Coming back to make something beautiful.

You will find love someday.

They say.

But how do I know that’s true?

They do.

How do I find it then?

I begin.

Love’s not how but where.

They share.

Then tell me where.

They stare.

Love is in nature where man walks on earth.

The flowers that bloom

give the love to the bees

who travel around

and give it to trees.

The trees send it off

in the breeze through the leaves.

The birds high above

take it up like a dove

to place in their nest

and keep it their best.

While the rest of the love

is breathed by creatures below,

the poor fish in the sea

get the left overs for free.

And we,

we get it from all the above,

the flowers that bloom

and the bees and the trees,

the bird in the sky

and the creatures who do not fly,

and the fish down below

spare the little they can,

to give us the love that we don’t understand.

That is where you will find love someday.

They say.

And I know they are right.