I don’t know if it’s the way she looks at me or the way she caresses my head that makes me fall in love with her every time. Yes, I love her. I love her a lot and I fall in love with her every morning as the sun rises and I imagine to love her, even more the next day before going off to sleep. Every love story has a different kind of plot, a different kind of setting, a different set of characters, a different kind of conflict to solve and a different kind of theme but what all the love stories have in common is the passion. Passion is apparently the most vital element of a love story. It’s not abundant for a person to merely seek and desire love; it must seem necessary in some or the other way. Now it’s not needed to show to the world how passionate you are but you need to be honestly passionate about the one you love. If you are passionate it will eventually be exhibited to the one you love in many different ways. Moreover, you can’t grow passion; it develops naturally.
I don’t know if I am passionate about her or not but when I think of her, I desire to have her with me for the rest of my life. I want her to be there to wish me in the mornings when I leave my bed and overwhelm me with the smile she always wears on her lips. I want to be able to give her tiny surprises that make her feel contented every day. I want her to feel that I genuinely respect her. I would never want her to feel left out for any reason and thus, I will keep her tangled in almost every moment of my life. I anticipate to make her smile every other day and to express my love towards her in the most amazing ways imaginable.
For now, I might not tend to express my love towards her quite sincerely but deep within my heart I always have feelings for her which are unmatched. I might as well sometimes talk impolitely to her and ask her not to bug me but every night before I go to sleep, I feel a certain kind of guilt for having talked to her like that. And that is the perfect moment to postpone my sleep-time a little further and make an apology to her. She might pass a few taunts on me but she will eventually have her lips broadened into a smile in the end and might even hug me.
Expression of love can’t be always all mushed up and sugary; it can sometimes involve care and concerns leading to a certain amount of annoyance but in the big picture it’s all a part of loving someone. There are times when she admonishes me for certain things that I do and I might react to it abruptly in that very moment but it’s only after some eternities of realisation, I find out that she was right in the first place. More or less I realise that she said all those things to me only out of the care and love she contains for me in her heart. Yes, there are points when I come to realise that she would even cross the boundaries of mortality to see me happy. But then what I know about myself being happy is to have her with me, all the time. As a matter of fact she has two places of existence; one contributes to her physical existence and the other contributes to her non-physical existence – deep inside my heart.
Every person on this earth has the privilege to have this kind of love in their lives. All you have to do is to have the right insight of the income of feelings from her and I bet you will be the happiest person. And yes she’ll love you no matter what. After all, she is the lady who underwent tremendous amount of pain just to bring you to this world.
Yes, I love you mother. Always have, always will.
