Some worry that someday
The one we love will
stop holding our hand
or stop talking to us
stop being lovers or
at the least, friends
maybe a slap on the cheek
a fight here and there
or stuff thrown everywhere
but my most worrying thought
is that I'm afraid that one day
maybe today..
she'll forget my name
forget my existence

I cower at the thought
that one day
maybe today..
she'll never
remember I exist

She says she saw raindrops
She saw them fall today
haha, she always has
a new story to tell.. and today
today was about raindrops

You'd see her eyes light up when
she tells a new story.
It's makes you wish you were a part of it
cause at times, her stories are not enough
words can only go so far
Though, sometimes you'd think if
the stories were for you to listen
It's like you were eavesdropping..
And yet her words were directed to you
Her words, though sweet, sound so distant

She told me that day that she saw raindrops..
and she told me that she made some.
and all I could do was listen

If "love" hurts and "love" gives pain,
wouldn't love have no right to be called love?
Because if love is what we see as something good,
then, love with pain and hurting shouldn't be love!?
unless pain and hurting becomes a good thing?*
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That was once a thought I had as a child, but as I grew
older, I thought... maybe it hurts because the love of others
contradicts our own. We both preach the same kind of love
and yet show it differently, and apparently it shows us
that love is the same, and yet it varies...
From religion to culture, From ideas to perspective
From physical to spiritual to emotional
The scary thing now is... when does love become love?
For religion and culture varies
For ideas and perspective varies
When does love become love when love contradicts?
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Love is.. a beautiful and scary thing

Seeing you today was like
the weather at this moment.
The sun was shining, but
rained poured lightly from
the sky above.. and I never
expected the rain to fall
while the sun was bright*

- G.f.S.