If loving could make one change and feel heaven in the arms of the lover,why does it hurts like hell when separation comes?I have been asking that question to myself quite too many times already ,yet , still I couldn't find an answer.Why?Maybe because until now I still keep on asking people when to know that a person does love you.I tried asking myself that same question but I always end up crying.Such a foolish girl.So childish at  the extreme.


What is LOVE to me then?I think it is doing things for the object of affection without expecting anything in return.Feeling excited at the thought that morning will come and the first thing  one wanted to see is the lover's face or the message of that someone no matter how short it is.Love is thinking of doing better things to make someone proud.It is being delighted by the assurance that no matter how bad days could be and how desperate a situation is, there is someone who would make things feel right.It is when the mere voice of that someone could pacify surging anger or calm a violent emotional storm within.


Am I being traditional?Perhaps, I have no idea what real love is.Maybe I have been exposed to the painful reality of the world far too early that I wasn't given the chance to know and experience the real thing.