Capek lah.

LOVE.

What is love? I've grown up to witness love. Many different kinds. But I still don't know how to justify that. Do I need to? Or should I not to, anyway? I don't care. I still find myself in need to know the general line.

Different people, different way of thinking, different way of loving. That, I know.

But what if when so much anger and revenge is involved?
What if when so much jealousy and selfishness involved?
What if when affair and inappreciation involved?
What if when many unfulfilled promises involved?

If they all happened just once in awhile, I'll still accept. But what if when it happened on a regular basis? To love becomes to suffocate oneself. To sacrifice becomes like giving away free gold. To cry becomes like committing suicide. To have that loved person in sight feels like he/she is the last thing we'll ever need in life.

Isn't that sad?

I live once.
I love once.
I make mistakes several times.
Forgiven once.
Forgiving? I don't know and I don't wanna know.

Sometimes, tired is the word that I really hate to have in mind but that's what I feel from the most bottom of my heart.

(wait, no, not all above are the author's personal experiences. haha. some spices were added.)