Since 17 Dec 2008 。。。

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender ring 。。。


Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed 。。。


Some say love, it is a hunger an endless aching need 。。。

I say love, it is a flower and you it's only seed 。。。

  Since 17 Dec 2008, and now 17 Dec 2011. 

  I never truly understand  the meaning of love for the past three years, because it was still there. I never think of treasuring it, because it was still there. I never hold tight to it, because I thought I have already holding very tight.

  For the past three years I have been loving the very same person, and I thought that I would love her forever just like what we all know in those fairy tails, the prince and the princess lived together forever after. But the fact is, I don't. Thing changes slowly, so that we won't realize it. It has always been too late when we realized that something was wrong. 

  I've always been wondering when things started to change. And I find that it was far long before everything happened. Everything starts with a simple thought, then a saying,  then a thinking, and at last I act it out.

 With too much pain and loss, heart broken, dream waked, beloved taken away, there seemed to be no way to go. So starts the thought, why don't I get another one?

  And so step by step everything happened.

  Love, is something that we don't own,and we don't earn. 

  Love is something that we don't gain it by works we've made and we don't lost it because of something we did.

  Love is something that we don't recognize it when we have but we cry for it when we lost it.

  Love is something that leaves watermarks in our heart, other than scars which come with pain.

  Finally, Love is something that touches, silences and opens the heart of every living things.

  We shouldn't live only for Love, but we should live with and together with Love, for it enrich and fills our live with colours and feelings. Never giving up loving someone or stop loving anyone. We hurt and we get hurt and so we grow.

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long,

And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,

Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,

Lies the seed that with the sun's love,

In the spring becomes the rose.

  Good bye to my love, to She that I have loved for times.

  Farewell and be good.