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Love doesn’t just appear suddenly out of nowhere. It’s not the first date, or even the 50th date. It’s not the diamond ring, or the pendant that they got you. It isn’t a thing really.

Love, my love, is a growing, breathing, living companion.

It grows, throw the cracks of every fight, every argument, and every night sleeping turned away from each other.

It comes through years of picking up after each other, accepting each other’s quirks and knowing finally, that they’re not yours to change, only to love.

Love erupts in times of sadness and fear. …


Richa Tyagi

Environmental consultant, Writer, Yoga teacher

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