71/218 For this we do poetry... *maybe someday* Before sleeping at night, millions of people all over the world who are yet to find love hope that they will find their love someday. That someday could be 12 hours or 12 years away but they hope to feel the feeling of being in love with somebody; and they do everything to make it possible. If you want to classify them into categories; some appear like students, some are preparing for exams, some work at tireless jobs, and some are just not willing to move an inch without feeling that love first. Girls and boys, and men and women; if you notice the way they do the little things you'll realise the aching pain in the way they carry themselves. Some boys make a mess out of their living room while choosing a dress for a college class. Some girls do lifetimes of make-up just to feel confident and beautiful. Sometimes, both of them choose to become a bit uncomfortable because they think it's okay to wear certain heels or shoes that pierce through their skin, but look good. I don't think it's okay. But what about all these efforts? What about the girl who woke up at four this morning for make-up just because it was her first date in three years? Did she find that love? Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. And the boy, maybe it is his first date, maybe he didn't sleep all night. Who knows?! This sweet restlessness between both is something that must be felt. I don't know if they fit together. I just know that there's a sweet madness instilled in our hearts about the bright side of love. You cannot sweep this under the carpet even of you act like some diligent student or a retired man from army who lost his inamorata. Because at the end of the day, you crave love. You crave expansion- physically, psychologically, emotionally. And that's what every human around you craves. Me; you; and the spammers in our comments section, we're all craving the same thing.
