I always cry or maybe feel envy whenever there is a romance or affair in a book.i can't make myself feel guilty to not experience this and I feel condemned whenever I read it. But I love it!! I ache of it!! I want it !! But I can't have it . I feel like some of us really aren't gifted to receive love and attraction from someone. And I think it's really only me who hates it. I believe I deserve love but I never found it. And I love reading old classic romance or love stories that either end with tragedy or a happy ending, that either are mutual
,secret or unrequited, that are either reminiscing or imaginary. Patronizing,cheating,conditional or unconditional or anything!!
I'm so ashamed to say that I've studied the mood ,history and science of love but I will never win over it hahaha.
>any particular book
I remember reading that book called "lust of life " that is a fictional biography of that dutch painter von gogh and the first few chapters of that book made me happy but a lot sad!!!
I don't need to explain in details but I've experienced the same exact trauma like von gogh in that scene where he was in love with that landlady's daughter. A mistake even I made and ended up running away from the apartment and leaving half of my things only after she rejected me when I put my hands upon my sleeves
Is love really that scene where the prince kiss snow white? Is love really the moment when our heart skips a few drum beats when your significant other gets injured or when you agree to take part in a deadly duel to save their honour?? For me it's a ripest fruit attached in the tallest brance of a tree,for me it's a heavenly place that I can never reach!!