Its already the wee hours of the nite and here i am again. Cant sleep. Many things have been going thru my mind and i've been pondering over some things.

Love is juz a four letter word. And it can mean so much when u mean it sincerely.

Somehow i am in Love for quite some time now. I used to think tt it does not exist anymore, however, at this very moment as i am penning this, i feel tt there is still hope.

LOVE is a warm and fuzzy feeling tt send goose bumbs down ur skin.

Love is having a listening ear, knwing tt ur partner will oways be there for u no matter what happens.
Love is being there for ur partner no matter what it takes.

Love is being able to over look ur partner's flaws.

I realise I have become rather submissive now a days. I'm not reli myself at all. Is this the power of love?

The so called overwhelmed by de emotions of this 4 letter word?

Or is it what ppl normally call it blinded by the over empowering sense of belonging?

The enchantment of being wanted?

The witchery of being embodied with the feel of amorousness?

The prcipentancy of feelings that grow within the heart?

The intuition the leads you to romace?

The feelings of exigency?

At the end of the day, i am still keeping these same old words within me.......

When the day comes and i say that i wana die, dun tell me not to. Rather say tt u are willing to die with ME......


Surrealistic Shynna