It is not love!

 Actually, we do not love people.

We just love the images we draw of them.

When the frame of these images get tight for them, they pass.

We call them fake, liars, fickle or cheaters.

Oh, Pygmalion!

Do you call the river cheater when it floods?

Do you call the plant lair when it grows?

We cannot love in a week, a month, or even a year.

Love needs problems, crises, fatigue, long familiarization, hard periods and difficult situations to be real.

In short, love begins when excitement ends.

You cannot love the ocean while you are on the beach.

You have to swim on the water, fight the waves, taste the salty water, injure your leg with rocks, and see the darkness at the seabed.

When you will return to the beach, you will see the ocean differently.

You would not see it as an ideal.

You have seen its faults, darkness and anger.

At this time, you can hate it or continue love it with everything in it.

Enthusiasm of the beginnings is not love.

Whoever did not dive in the ocean, he never loved it!