THE MYSTERY THAT IS LOVE

Today mornig after waking up I made a call to my sweetheart.She was in a hurry and spoke for a few seconds only.After she had disconnected the call I sat in my bed thinking about the times when our love was in its early days.We used to wake up early and call each other to wish good morning.But with maturing of our love such childish behaviour has evaporated.It makes me wonder about the human psyche.In earlier times we used to talk for hours and our topic for discussion did not end.But with each passing dayour conversation on the phone became formal.There was notjing we could think of apart from some normal questions like "When did you wake up today?" or "Did you have your lunch?"These makes me wonder what is love.It is supposed to bring to people closer but as they get closer all the sweet things they shared earlier vaporises.I guess one reason is the expectation and the responsibility.In the earlier days of a love life people stay in fantasy and then everything stays hunky dory.But as time lapses the demands increase and with each passing moment the fantasy vanishes and reality hits out.Sometimes I feel maybe my love for my sweetheart has decreased or her feelings must have vanished but in the next instant I feel a strong urge to hear her voice and cannot stop myself from calling her.Then I realise that love increases with every passing day but the visibility of love reduces.If my love reads these she will probably kill me.But these is what I felt.