"Do you believe in love?"
I was startled by the question that was being posed.
"Yes, I do"
I didn't have to pause even for a second to answer the question. But in my heart I knew, I wasn't being 100% percent honest. It hurts to believe in love but it hurts even more not to believe in love. But at the moment, my intense philosophy wasn't what my friend needed. I gave the answer he needed to hear.
"How do you know when you meet the person for you?"
Next question was trickier.
"I wish I knew " was what I thought. But, I quoted what Paulo Coelho would say.
"By taking risks. By risking failure, disappointment, disillusion, but never ceasing in your search for Love. As long as you keep looking, you will triumph in the end."
Words are so much easier than the real thing. I don't even know if he believed me. But he had got an answer.
"If I had to choose between giving up on Love and trying once more to make her fall for me, what do you think I should choose?"
"Follow your heart. What do you really want to do?"
"The second option?"
"Good choice. Give love a second chance. It might not work out in the long run, but then you won't have to live with the regret of not having tried your best. "
Love is the weirdest thing in this world. Its simple yet so complicated. Who can know all the nuances of Love. Yet, I keep answering questions hiding the fact that I am as clueless as the questioner.