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Why I Love her 💜

Why I Love her 💜
The Reason(s) I Love her


If you are in a relationship or venturing to go into one, have you ever asked yourself: *why do I love her?* or *why do I Love him?*

It would be surprising that if we ask most people that same question, the answer they would give will be because of some special and specific reasons....

"I love him because he is this,"
"I love her because she is that,"
"she is so caring and energetic"
"he is so understanding and passionate about what he does"
"he makes me complete whenever I'm around him"
"she's so caring and yummy yummy*
Lol.....

This goes on and on and on until they've said and exhausted all the good things about the person. *smiles.
Some even go to the extent of describing how the person makes them feel, how elated and superb they feel around the person, and how romantic they get when they are with him or her. Sincerely, I'll say all these qualities are good and I'll love it when someone says such things about me.

But do you know that Love is when you can accept both the good and bad aspects of someone, most especially the bad part?
And do you also know that, if there's no hate, you can't experience love?. At the same time someone is loving you, someone also hates you for that same reason.
Do you know that for that same reason you love that person, you can also hate him or her? .

Loving or being in love with someone, shouldn't be for some specific or special reasons, but it should be for No Reason at all.
*True love comes with no reason*

What about;.........
when he no longer look handsome?, or when she no longer seems caring and beautiful?
Or when her attitude is getting too much.....
Would you still love her?
Would you still love him?
Would you still tolerate?......

Just as christ loves us for no reason, like that special person for no reason and that's when you're truly in Love.
*Check it if you have a reason*

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