Ishq is not a feeling you possess — it is a force that possesses you.
It does not arise because the beloved is beautiful or perfect; it arises because, for a moment, you glimpse something beyond yourself in them.
Read somewhere that …
You love someone twice.
First for their charm — the smile, the presence.
Then, when the flaws appear — scars, moods, fears —
and you still choose them.
That’s not infatuation.
That’s understanding.
The kind that stays. ✨