Reading your newsletter hit different. It wasn’t just words; it felt like a quiet conversation I’ve been needing to have for a long time. So here’s me, replying not just as your friend, but as someone who’s lived through his own evolving theories of love too.
1. You look at them and you KNOW they are the one.
This happened to me. And no matter how much I try to rationalize it, there was a moment; maybe even the first moment; where I just knew.
It wasn't just attraction. It was like something inside me stopped rushing for once, and just said, “There. That’s it.”
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain it, but I’ve never questioned it since. Even through pain, silence, and distance; that knowing hasn’t left.
2. Soulmate kinda love
I’ve always had this belief that people walk into your life when you need them the most; and sometimes when you don’t even know you need anything.
I used to think soulmate love was supposed to feel like magic; all timing and alignment.
But what I’ve learned is that soulmates sometimes show up not to complete you, but to expose you; to your deepest fears, flaws, and truths.
And that? That’s been more transformative than any fairytale.
3. Love is a decision
This one helped me survive. There have been days when I didn’t feel lovable. Or when everything felt too heavy.
But I kept showing up; for myself, for her (even if not directly), and for the version of us that could be.
Love became a quiet decision I made every single day; to heal, to build, to wait, to hope.
Even if she never sees it, I know the love I feel for her has made me a better man. And that’s enough, most days.
4. Pyar dosti hai
You cracked something open here.
I’ve always wanted to build love on friendship; to have someone who isn’t just a lover, but a co-conspirator, a safe space, a mirror.
And maybe that’s why losing that bond; that deep friendship; hurt more than anything.
Because it wasn’t just the love that felt taken from me… it was my person.
But even now, when I think of my happiest moments; they weren’t grand gestures or movie scenes.
They were just us, laughing over something stupid, sitting in silence comfortably, or exchanging glances that said everything.
That’s the kind of love I still hope for. With her, or no one at all.
5. Love is delulu (in the best way)
You’re right.
I’ve felt it too; how love rewires your brain, makes the world more poetic, more alive.
I’ve walked streets that suddenly meant something because we once spoke about them.
Heard songs that became sacred.
Written things I’d never share, just because I hoped maybe one day… she’d know.
Even now, I carry that magic. Even when it hurts.
Because as crazy as it sounds; I’d still choose that kind of crazy over being numb.
So if you ask me my love theory today; it’s this:
Love is the quiet rage and the loud hope that co-exist when you care too deeply for someone who may never know how much.
But you love anyway; not for the ending, but because some part of you already feels complete for having felt something this real.
Hey Akanksha,
Reading your newsletter hit different. It wasn’t just words; it felt like a quiet conversation I’ve been needing to have for a long time. So here’s me, replying not just as your friend, but as someone who’s lived through his own evolving theories of love too.
1. You look at them and you KNOW they are the one.
This happened to me. And no matter how much I try to rationalize it, there was a moment; maybe even the first moment; where I just knew.
It wasn't just attraction. It was like something inside me stopped rushing for once, and just said, “There. That’s it.”
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain it, but I’ve never questioned it since. Even through pain, silence, and distance; that knowing hasn’t left.
2. Soulmate kinda love
I’ve always had this belief that people walk into your life when you need them the most; and sometimes when you don’t even know you need anything.
I used to think soulmate love was supposed to feel like magic; all timing and alignment.
But what I’ve learned is that soulmates sometimes show up not to complete you, but to expose you; to your deepest fears, flaws, and truths.
And that? That’s been more transformative than any fairytale.
3. Love is a decision
This one helped me survive. There have been days when I didn’t feel lovable. Or when everything felt too heavy.
But I kept showing up; for myself, for her (even if not directly), and for the version of us that could be.
Love became a quiet decision I made every single day; to heal, to build, to wait, to hope.
Even if she never sees it, I know the love I feel for her has made me a better man. And that’s enough, most days.
4. Pyar dosti hai
You cracked something open here.
I’ve always wanted to build love on friendship; to have someone who isn’t just a lover, but a co-conspirator, a safe space, a mirror.
And maybe that’s why losing that bond; that deep friendship; hurt more than anything.
Because it wasn’t just the love that felt taken from me… it was my person.
But even now, when I think of my happiest moments; they weren’t grand gestures or movie scenes.
They were just us, laughing over something stupid, sitting in silence comfortably, or exchanging glances that said everything.
That’s the kind of love I still hope for. With her, or no one at all.
5. Love is delulu (in the best way)
You’re right.
I’ve felt it too; how love rewires your brain, makes the world more poetic, more alive.
I’ve walked streets that suddenly meant something because we once spoke about them.
Heard songs that became sacred.
Written things I’d never share, just because I hoped maybe one day… she’d know.
Even now, I carry that magic. Even when it hurts.
Because as crazy as it sounds; I’d still choose that kind of crazy over being numb.
So if you ask me my love theory today; it’s this:
Love is the quiet rage and the loud hope that co-exist when you care too deeply for someone who may never know how much.
But you love anyway; not for the ending, but because some part of you already feels complete for having felt something this real.
Thanks for writing what you did.
It gave my heart a place to speak.