We all have
love stories of our own, a movie we wish to show the world. A romantic scene we
want to keep repeating all over again and that chance kiss of a lifetime that
keeps flashing back on our mind. We live a life to make the stories we want to
tell someday, to share the experiences we cared for and just to step on that
sandy beach on one orange afternoon and scream how much there is when we just
let go, laugh and love with all our heart.
No words or
phrases can describe the existence of such unique emotion, one that we can’t
even control. And even this blog can’t say everything just to let you know how
much we all have loved and will love more.
This is for
all those love we give, the ones we share with friends but this one love we
solely keep for that someone else. A love we never intend to keep a secret, a
desire we dearly want to expose… unrequited. We cried for this, we got sick, we
almost lost our senses and just let loose of ourselves, who would blame us and
what can we do!? 
On this pair
of legs we have, one would always try its best to keep you moving but the other
would always be against it, to stay still and just stand there, unwilling to go
on waiting for another pair of feet to walk beside you, a pair of soles that
will never come. Probably lost in someone else’s own pair of experiences. That love
that hopes and even at the very end wishes to be with the pair one longed to
walk with.
This love is
for the bravest. The one who took all the chances and gave away of what should
and couldn’t be. The one who told himself or herself that there are better
things far off than just laying bushed on the floor and burdening yourself of
the world who barely cared. This love was for all the right reasons took the
courage to face the battles of the heart and mind. This love is what we all
should be… in time.
Amidst it
all… we say, be happy ^^. 
For every
story was a start, this was the first moments when you meet the one as thought
by many. That fairy tale coming true, of the damsel in distress and her knight
in shining armor. Yet there was that kind of love not in stories made. That Belle
and The Beast or perhaps that Fiona and Shrek. A story that speaks of no likeness,
of no limits, no inhibitions, of best friends, of enemies and even for the most
part of acceptance… of no gender. Something that love works uniquely, that love
has no control, love never judges and love just comes and we fall right into
it.
And come it
all… nothing compares what we feel… nothing can ever say what we shouldn’t for
everyday we are in love is just that cup of tea with someone so dear to us. Rain
or shine, having that someone beside us or knowing that they ever love us is
more than just a mitten full of warmth.
For every
parcel written with it, a gesture that says it all and no matter how cliché can
it be. It never gets old. It never fades. It is written not even on Valentine’s
Day. It is written all over the world. Those magical 3 words. 
And for all
the love there is, we should not confuse. Heartfelt they are and will always be;
that experiencing to love another was more than having a treasure and be loved
in return was more than just a story to tell. Love has all the colors to paint,
a love to a friend, a love to your parents, a love for your siblings, a love
for a stranger, a love for someone new, a love there is for the one you wished for,
a love that give even if it hurts and for all the love there is… if we love and
share this to the world how much more when the world can love you back and far more
prudently heartwarming than having only one. 
And if one
day, you’d spare that heart of yours for someone so dear… can I ask you?!? Can I
break that flask for you…? I’d be careful not to smash that and even that’ll
mean me bleeding hard for that soft heart inside, I’d be holding it in my hand.
Will you permit me?!?
Like any
other else… this passage is as golden as the rule to live.
Love is patient,
love is kind.
It is not
jealous.
It is not pompous.
It is not
inflated.
It is not rude.
It does not seek
its own interests.
It is not
quick-tempered.
It does not brood
over injury.
It does not
rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.
It bears all
things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
(St. Paul 1, 1 Corinthians 13:4)
Love is love <3
3 comments:
This is the blog that changed everything between us
a risk i was willing to take beyond the edge of desperation yet a slight hope in thought.
This is your status on January 31
"I don't know which is worse; keeping your love for someone a secret or telling them and being rejected"
and here was my reply
"...keeping it... Because at lest if you ask them there is a chance that they might like you and love you back rather than reject you."
It really took courage with what you did. I admire you for that! Way to go Kevin, my Love!
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