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Psychology of LOVE

LOVE is long lasting. It takes years to be truly loved by someone. It's something which is very beyond from infatuation. Love can make you feel like heaven. It doesn't make you crazy but gives you strength. It improves you and create your faith in this world. The feeling of it relaxes you and not like that of infatuation which makes us crazy.

Let me tell a short conversation between a teacher and his student.
A professor who used to taught psychology at a college once asked his students that 
WHY DO WE BEGAN TO YELL OVER SOMEONE WHOM WE ARE ANGRY WITH?
A very beautiful answer was given by a student. He said when we are angry over someone our hearts are psychologically distant so to cover that distance we shout. Then professor asked what would you say would happen when we are in love with someone. Then, student gave another beautiful reply. He said then the hearts are not at all apart. They are very close so there is not even any need to say something. We can talk with each other without any conversation. Whoooo.....
That's genuinely is true love....
:)

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