When it comes to love,
Not everyone has the same thoughts.

Love indeed,
Give different meanings to different people.

For some,
Love is beautiful,
Love is fine,
Love is powerful.

For some,
Love is pain,
Love is hurt,
Love is vain.

Love is actually a mystery,
A mystery that only heart,
Only the heart can resolve.

Meeting his mother is one of the hardest part,
She might not like me for his son,
She might not like me at all.
She would see that I'm just a pathetic, desperate woman longing for her son.

But when a guy finally decides that he will introduce you to his mother,
There’s nothing to worry about.

Because by doing so,
I know that he’s proud enough for me,
And that he will do everything,
Just for his mother to like me.

When someone tells you that they’ll always be there for you,
No matter what happens,
But they end up giving up on you,
And leave just like every other person.

They end up becoming everything they said they wouldn't be,
Everything they said they wouldn't do,
You then wanted to forgive and forget,
But it’s too late because you’re so attached to them and can’t find a way to let go.

The hardest part? It's moving on,
Finding someone who makes you just as happy as that other person,
But you’re scarred for life,
And you can’t trust anyone else.

In this dear and long distance relationship,
My heart pounds ten times greater when it's time to meet,
Talking to him on the phone is the moment I wait for everyday,
Dreams are the place where we frequently meet.

There's something, about this guy,
Something that makes him different from any other boys,
He's a man.

On our third date he introduced me to his families,
His kisses can put me under a spell,
His hug.. So protective.. Like he'll never let go.

I've never intended to fall for him this hard before, but I did;
He's way like a drug,
And I'm totally addicted.

Last hot December,
In my dream late Grandpa came to me,
He didn't talk, didn't move a single bone,
He only smiled.

I got the news,
At the very next day,
That Grandma was seriously ill,
I shed a tear,
I'm far away,
How would I visits?

Two days passed,
My heart was worried,
My mind was over thinking,
I'm worried about Grandma,
I'm missing her so much.

The very next day,
I reached home,
A very long and tiring flight,
They were happy to see me,
But I can smell something bad.

After a night,
Father finally break the news to me,
Grandma had died,
Two nights ago,
And that she said I shouldn't be worried about her,
I should just focus on my studies,
I didn't cry,
I don't know why.

Seven days,
After Grandma reunite with Papa God,
We went to her house,
Aunt Lily let me in,
Into Grandma's room,
I saw a picture,
Of me when I was young,
Grandma kept it,
When I thought it was missing.

I cried hard.

Grandma,
I miss you badly.