Love: Personal Essay: The Story Of Love

The word love itself is miraculous. Some describe it as a flower blooming at a slow pace, others describe it as nirvana. Love is the strongest feeling there is; love cannot be killed or poisoned, or harmed in any way. Love can only be expressed and discover, and when that happens, all the great things come along with it. The story I 'm about to tell is about a couple I know and have witnessed love at its truest potential. I have seen the happiness they show when they are together, and I have seen hardships they have lived through and overcome together by showing love’s beautiful ways. I begin as I tell the story of my friends Sahil and Jiya.

Jiya and Sahil are two inseparable people that basically work as one unit. They have gone through so many afflictions that are beyond indescribable. Each step they take - they don’t take very far apart rhetorically speaking that is. When one is feeling a bit weak and falls back the other steps up and becomes that back

We talked about the argument which of course was about money the only thing they ever could possibly argue about. He was upset, because he was trying so hard to save money and he felt she is just spending the money away on buying non necessities and materialistic novelties. We ended up talking about it, and the more we did, the more he began to miss her and become sad with the fight. We eventually stopped at a store and he bought her flowers as we pulled up, he asked me kindly to wait in the car. Eventually I could go inside after he apologized and later he thanked me for listening. To witness that is pretty astonishing, because a lot of people can’t apologize, and let alone forgive somebody that