WHAT IS LOVE
She's dazzled by the fine pack of heart-shaped chocolates, the cream cakes and bottle of Baron de vals. A big gift of red furred Teddy bear, an expensive perfume, even a pack of new clothes and underwear. Then to KFC, the beach, the Cinema with popcorns and a cozy hugs, then to the night party. Inflated, confused by the uncontrolled rush of adrenaline running through her body, errodding her mind and making her say again and again 'He Loves me, This is Love...'
Finally, she's in the five star hotel, Radisson Blu, the lights are reduced to bed side lamps, the air is cold, they let the window open against the waters. He walked up to her 'I love you' he says. Kissed her gently against the lips and gradually robbed her of her red val gown, then her white set of underwares, she's too petrified, her heart beats faster as she tries to catch her own breath, she couldn't wait for him to explore her, breathless, she let him in, skin against skin...
Then the night passed slowly and days, weeks made her want more of him: 'My val' her heart recalls, as she sits on a metallic red painted bus station bench; bitter! He's gone and here is another man, with such promises; 'Is this love' she mistakenly asked the man, the stranger next to her. 'Excuse me' he asked. He was actually lost in the tought of his last val too, how she walked away on him.
The bus arrived and they both had similar thoughts: love is not in the box of chocolates, red outfits, wine, outings, sex, kisses... Love is a commitment, it's a personality. If you don't have it and live it, you just can't give it.
Greater Love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his brothers. Jesus is Love; do you have Him? Happy Valentine.
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