Love is like water in your open palm, it holds there till your palm is open. You can watch as you round your fingers to posses it. it spills out from the first crack it finds. Love dies under the possessiveness but grows when we serve each other as true human being. Because of possessiveness in every sphere of life around the world love has become rarest of rare phenomenon.Pseudo love can never take the place of true love.
possessiveness kills the love in its bud and don,t allow it to bloom