Some people believe that love is a hurricane which comes suddenly, ruins all believes and existence, leaves and abandons you with nothing. This love touches the external features and never can penetrate inside.

It is fast, with a peak of sensation and always in a rush and takes self-confidence, happiness and sometimes all the motivations of life. The remainder of such a love is ruins and rubbles.

Such a love is like vodka. Drinking it makes pleasure, at first. It burns the inside and while going on drinking for a while, the joy disappears and an addiction appears which make sadness and a strong need to drink more and more. One can be trapped forever and as the drink makes alcoholic, this love makes a loveholic as well.

Real love is a gentle breeze. Comes smoothly and soft, touching and caressing the face, entering the heart and filling it with pleasure and joy. This love is as tender as flower petals and lasts for a long time.

Real love is similar to an old wine which is sipped slowly, warms the body, penetrates the sole and makes an everlasting pleasure and joy.