I’ve often been known as an intense lover—the one who finds it hard to let go, the one who goes out of the way to do things for others, the one who may seem “too good to be true.”
And perhaps, I’ve been misunderstood. Not because of what I do, but because society isn’t accustomed to love in its purest form.

We live in a world where caring deeply, giving freely, listening intently, and engaging in meaningful conversations are often mistaken for romantic affection. But love isn’t confined to the labels we place on it. At least, not the love I grew up witnessing.

Where It All Began

There was a woman I met when I was very young. I didn’t understand her back then—but everything she did left a deep imprint on my unconscious. As they say, the first seven years of life shape who we are, and unknowingly, I became a reflection of that woman.

She did things others wouldn’t even notice, let alone appreciate. I saw her weep for a houseboy fighting illness. I saw her advocate for strangers in the marketplace. I watched her prepare little surprises for people who never asked for them. I witnessed her give love with conviction—without expecting anything in return.

She was the one who showed up when no one else did, who gave more than she had, who fought with those closest to her and yet never cut ties. She experienced heartbreak, loss, and betrayal, but she never let her heart close.

She named the houseboy’s newborn daughter with the name she had once picked for her own grandchild. She took on the role of a grandmother, a mother, a sister, a friend—to anyone who needed one. From shopkeepers and rickshaw drivers to security guards, maids, and even transgender individuals she met in the markets—she touched countless lives with nothing but her intention to love.

Her life taught me that Love isn’t an act; it’s a way of being.

The Real Definition of Love

What did she teach me?

She taught me that love doesn’t need grand gestures—it’s found in small, uncertain moments and in the way we accept life with all its imperfections.

• Love is not about being constantly happy; it’s about staying when it’s hard.
  
  
• Love is not about control; it’s about freedom.
  
  
• Love isn’t about compromise; it’s about acceptance.
  
  
• Love isn’t about waiting; it’s about initiating.
  
  
• Love isn’t always about joy; often, it’s in the pain and the decision not to give up.
  
  

To be a good partner is one thing.
To be a lover—is something else entirely.

When They Say I’m “Too Much”

Yes, I cry over things that others may dismiss. I hold on to people longer than they expect. I love harder than what feels “normal” to most. But that’s because I modeled my mother.

I do things others may not understand, and I accept that. But I was also taught to take responsibility, to face the consequences, and to move forward with no regrets.

We All Model Someone

Consciously or unconsciously, we all model someone who changes the course of our life. Someone who becomes our blueprint for love, courage, and the way we show up in the world. For me, that person was my mother.

And if modeling love makes me too intense for this world—then so be it. I choose to live by the magic of love, just like she did.