People fall in love.

The feeling of love cannot really be fully expressed in any language or words. Love is an experience that can be felt, but can never be fully said. Language, due to its limitations, repeatedly fails to express the depth, pain, joy, or imperfection of love. Perhaps this is why there is so much wailing, so much poetry, so much singing, so much crying in the world about love—because people constantly try to express the countless unspoken love in their hearts, yet they repeatedly feel—they could not.

Love is a feeling that is revealed the moment you look into someone's eyes, spreads in the midst of silently loving someone, or can be found in feeling their presence even after someone leaves. These feelings are languageless. There is no grammar here, no structural explanation. If someone thinks that these three words, “I love you,” contain love—he has not understood the depth of love. Love is not just a statement, but the language of silence, the echo of which is heard most in the most lonely moments.

When a person loves someone, it is as if he enters a different world within himself. No one can enter that world from the outside. Every feeling, every fear, every dream is connected only to the person they love, but even that person may never say all those things to them. People learn to express many things in their lives—anger, sadness, happiness, jealousy—but love? It is like an invisible melody, which is felt in the chest, but stops on the tongue. As if language itself is ashamed of its failure to express something so profound.

If love were completely expressible through language, then people would no longer write letters to lighten the burden on their hearts, and no one would sigh silently at the sight of someone's picture in the early hours of the morning, and no poet would write a thousand pages about heartbroken love. People would trust words—they would end love by saying it once, as can be said of many other emotions. But love is not like that. It is a moving feeling, which takes shape over time, grows, decreases, and flares up again—never protesting, but simply leaving its own silent presence.

That is why people fall in love and become silent. Many want to say it, but cannot. Many say it, but it seems like they have said less. Some say—“I love you very much”—yet the trembling in the heart says, these words are not enough. Maybe love is like this—the true expression of which is in a carefree touch, in an unfocused gaze, in an uninvited wait. If you love someone, then you do not want any declaration for it. You just want them to understand—how much you love them.

Crying is born from this failure. The pain that no one can express is the pain that burns the most. When you love someone but they do not understand, then you realize the limitations of language. You want to say it out loud—“You are my world,” but while saying it, your lips tremble, the words are stuck. This is the tragedy of love—you love, but you cannot say it. Even if you say it, you cannot convey it.

Love is expressed not only in front of the person you love, but also in their absence. When someone leaves, gets lost, or never responds—then someone waits silently, keeping a little light deep in their chest, for that person. This waiting, this unspoken feeling is the proof of the deepest love. Because what cannot be said with the mouth, but can be carried in the heart for years, that feeling is real love.

Because there is a cry for love in the world, poems are written, songs are composed, and pictures are painted. If love could be expressed entirely in words, then there would be no art, no creation. That imperfection is what stimulates the creative tendency of man, forcing him to find the language of his own heart.

So perhaps the deepest form of love is seen in the language of the eyes, seen in long waiting, seen in giving someone a place above his own happiness. This love cannot be expressed, cannot be explained—it can only be understood.

And love is like that—the deeper it is, the fewer words it expresses. That is why, the last word of love is always silence. Love silently. Wait silently. Forgive silently. Love silently for a lifetime.