Some may think I am too young to talk about love, but I love observing people and reflecting on their stories. There is something beautiful about watching sincere emotions appear in their actions, their gazes, and the little details that others might not notice. I may not have experience in this world, but I believe that love is a story we can see in others and learn from.
There is a special magic in seeing two people in love. It is reflected in their expressions when they meet, in their gazes that tell stories only they understand, as if the whole world fades away around them. Love in its beginnings is like a bright spark, charged with excitement and longing, like a stream flowing freely. Every moment feels like a new discovery, and every meeting carries the wonder of beginnings.
But love is not measured only by the first moments of passion, but by its ability to endure over time. When I see a couple who have been together for many years, I find that their love has not faded but transformed into something deeper. It is no longer just words spoken every moment but actions that prove its presence—small gestures that reflect its continuity and silent looks that carry a thousand meanings.
At first, love is like a passionate song, full of intense emotions, but as time passes, it turns into a quiet melody that accompanies life without noise, yet remains present in every detail. Not all love lasts because love is not just a fleeting feeling but a renewed choice to stay despite changes—a daily decision to continue loving the other as they are, with all their growth and transformations.
And so, when I look at lovers, I see them in two stages: those who live love as a burning flame and those who experience it as a gentle warmth that never fades. Both are beautiful in their own way—beginnings captivate us, but continuity amazes us.
