In the life of every woman there is a place for insane feelings, which is called love, but only what probability is there to meet the true love of every woman? And can you love real love several times in your life? And how to understand that here she came love, the one we wanted?
They say that true love is found only once in life, then it is not forgotten for the rest of life, it can be mutual or not reciprocal, but it is real, but many say the opposite that they loved several times in life, loved equally, and were afraid to lose equally strong. Many can confuse passion and passion with love, but love is not a passion and not a hobby. Passion and passion have the ability to fade, and love remains for many years in memory as a bright spot.
Or you can still love several times in your life, but different people have different love. Love can not be the same, it is impossible to experience the same thing to two individuals. And the probability of meeting true love is everyone's, and the chances are the same for everyone, but not everyone can see and see their love and use their chance. Because someone is busy thinking about how alone he is and how poor he is, nobody needs him and at heart he likes to feel sorry for himself, he likes being pityed by others, and so he will not see his love. And someone is busy with his career at work, all in business, and he does not really see his love, he can not forget about his relatives. And someone can rush from extreme to extreme, from one "love" to another, being afraid to miss true love, which also does not see and will miss, will always seek the best, but as a result will not find. Love does not have any characteristics by which it could be recognized, it is all different and different, everyone loves in their own way. You yourself must understand what you love. Even when a person denies that he does not like, but simply likes, he can be wrong.
Love is not ideal, as many believe, and therefore knowingly say that "love is not for, but in spite of." Love has different faces, and it has different characters. Not always what we dream about at night, and write it down in a diary, drawing his face with colored pens in his memory. No, she is not always a blue-eyed blonde, and a burning brunette with green eyes, and with a pumped-up tanned body that seemed to have just come off the log. She can turn out to be an ordinary guy, with incomprehensible bluish gray eyes and a lean physique of short stature, but with a soul that does not love sin. And even if it does not fit the social level, so what? Rises to yours, and above will raise both itself and you. And to us public opinion is so important, what neighbors will say, whether my chosen one will like others. We so sometimes take care of the opinion of others that we forget about our opinions, forget about feelings, forget about everything. At such times you do not need to listen to people's opinions, you need to listen to your heart and only listen to the opinion of your loved ones. Very often we turn away from our love, because it does not fit our criteria, and without going through the dress-and-face control that we installed at the entrance to our heart, it leaves.
As for the expression "beats - it means, likes" is not always correct. People with deviations in the psyche are also able to love and become attached. Such people can look quite normal and do not differ in any way from ordinary people, but some of their sides in the psyche have differences, such as in expressing their sympathy and love. Yes, love is different, it all has its own, how many people live on earth, as many kinds of love exist on earth. It can be affectionate and rough, bright and faded, quiet and stormy, passionate and calm, banal and unusual, romantic and mundane - but whatever it was, we all know how to love. Love does not have certain criteria and patterns. Love as you know how and how you can. Everyone has a 100% chance to meet true love, just do not miss it. Be open to love, do not be afraid and it will come to you. The main thing is to be able to wait and not think that you do not know how to love. We all know how.