Our love is like learning how to play the guitar
We'll make mistakes along the way
Get ourselves hurt strumming the strings
Learn how to be patient
Go beyond the limits sometimes and get carried away with the idea of curiousity

Learn new chords, new songs, new things that eventually will lead us to the right track
Take a quick break from everything and just cool it off when we get tired from playing
But then get back on the beauty of never giving up in order to finish the song you're learnig
Or in our case.. What we've started

With each passing strum
With each callus peeled on our skin, our hands or finger will be stronger, rougher and harder.. just like us
And then after all these, we'll perfectly play the most beautiful song and melody there is
A song and melody called "Us" or "Love" or "Forever"
or "Together", whatever

- MMM

To live is not counting each breath
Or even noting the time it takes to breathe
Living is doing, creating, exploring and manufacturing
Living is being in the moment with what you are doing
Living is never knowing when you will die
Never seeing a sure end
Any forty-eight hours can be significant
Moments in one’s life. Moments of proposals
Moments of sacraments, of discovery
Of learning, forgetting, remembering and re-learnig
The last forty-eight hours can be hours of passion
Of love-making, or of making one last attempt to do
the thing you never had the courage to do
The last nanoseconds can be of apathy
Like the many bits of boredom that wasted much of life
To live is not counting each breath
Or even noting the time it takes to breathe
Living is doing, creating, exploring and manufacturing
Living is being in the moment with what you are doing