The celestial feeling of being together greatly emphasizes the fact “La dolce vita”. The visit to the park on a cloudy, overcast afternoon changed all our notions about the power of love. It had changed both of our lives, to a great extent; something we wished for since we came to our senses. As we somehow made our way through the searing pain, and ages of darkness and humiliation, we never lost hope. And there we were, closest to each other, staring eye-to-eye, and thinking “when did our dream come true?”; the wind picked up just to replicate our surge of emotions, and the silence in nature was almost a nod to our mirth. Beauty is not only confined to mundane things, as love can make even mundane look surreal.


As I laid my head on her laps, she bent over my face and kissed me; her lips told me her whole feeling while her hair covered our faces, almost in privacy. Our words exchanged, in the cutest of ways. First time, was it? Maybe. Or maybe we’ve been doing this for years. But one thing is true; this is the way we like to spend time with each other. We do what we like to do; not what we should be doing. Every time we break rules. The feeling is just overwhelming; just knowing that we’re meant for each other, and that we’re so madly in love, makes each moment in a way very, very precious. As we see, when it’s love, each day is special. When it’s love, then the whole world’s your paradise.