What does love look like?
Sometimes all you need is to talk with a total stranger. A person you have never seen before in your life and even if you are never open to discussions or small chatting with persons that you don't know personally, during these times you open up your heart and let this particular stranger see your soul. After too much talking you start to think that this might be your soulmate and you curse yourself for not having let in people who tried to do the same before. You feel that someone finally gets you, that you can say whatever comes into your mind without being afraid of the reactions, you wonder how this person behaves and you connect. You understand each other during these non attached dialogues and you start to understand yourself and what you want in your life. Because you don't pretend, you just share your thoughts and emotions and you see them all written and you can read them all over again and to that point you know that you have shared your soul and there is at least one other person out there that knows what you exactly are looking for.
But you know also that you will never meet that person, that you will never share the same discussions face to face, but oh my, oh my, you know for sure that If you could meet sparkles would pop out of each other's eyes and the sky would be filled with colors and lights from fireworks of love and happiness. Then again, you just want a stranger to remind you of love.
What love is, what love has to be, what love does to you, how to share and how to find it. You just need a stranger with whom you can share whatever you want without being criticized, ashamed, humiliated, afraid. And you can do that because the same stranger has the will to understand you, to hear your words and read your feelings. Mostly because this stranger deeply desires to do the same with you, to share shamelessly.
And through all that talking you realize that in your life you have seen kindness and rudeness, violence and tenderness, love and hate, fear and respect. Oh, you have seen it all. But you don't need it all.. you realize that you need only a small bunch of people that would love you in so many different ways and that you will love them back, each one for so many different reasons. Your own people, your own little interpretation of love. That's your own, personal carousel of love. And you all together enjoy the ride of life.
You know that the stranger has done the job perfectly when you stop talking. You know now that you are ready to open up. You know that if you can open up to a total stranger as you did, you can absolutely open up yourself to love and friendship, to new adventures and new emotions. You are not broken. You have the strength to fall once again for whatever has hurt you before. And that is love. The ability to love yourself so much that you can offer to the world the best version of you. The ability to have a carousel filled with people and love and at the same time the luck to have a seat reserved for you into other people's carousels.
This is love. This is life. Living with the purpose of Love.