What is the real difference between Love and Lust?
Simple—Love is rare. Lust is common.
Love happens once, genuinely, deeply.
Lust happens again and again, with different faces and different bodies.
Real Love
Love doesn’t care about:
- Status or position
- Money
- Body shape or size
- Color or caste
- Height, clothes, or cars
True love sees the soul, not the body.
And yes, I know it sounds cliché—but today’s relationships, situationships, hooking, crumbing, breeding, casual flings have confused people so much that we need to repeat basic truths again.
Some truths are universal.
They cannot be molded, twisted, or customized according to convenience.
Love is only for one person.
If it keeps happening with everyone—sorry, that’s not love. That’s lust.
Lust
Lust is simple:
It’s all about the physical.
- Looks
- Height
- Skin tone
- Fashion sense
- Lifestyle
- Car brand
- Social media aesthetics
The funniest part?
Lust expires.
It fades. After some time, you don’t remember them, you don’t miss them, and you definitely don’t want to build a life with them.
There is no tension, no attachment, no future in lust.
On the other hand – Love
Love is a beautiful disease.
And if fate is cruel, you may fall in love with someone who doesn’t love you back.
The stupid thing about love?
It lands where you least expect it.
Not with the perfect person, but with the most imperfect, unexpected, unpredictable human.
There is a reason why the world has:
- Thousands of love songs
- Movies based on heartbreak
- Novels, poetry, series, even crimes based on love
Because love drives humans crazy.
Har koi apne pyar se shaadi nahi karta
That’s the reality.
Shaadi is compromise.
Marriage has very little to do with real love.
Huge respect to those who:
- Marry the one they truly love
- Or create love after marriage
The rest—who compromise just to survive—
All the best.
Love is complicated
And it’s not everyone’s cup of tea.
Some people feel it once and never again.
Some never experience it at all.
Some lose the right person at the wrong time.
But one thing is true:
Real love doesn’t repeat.
Lust does.
