what do i love...?
everytime someone asks me that,
i think of my family. my parents, brother and sister,
niece and nephews, but...
that would be a lie. would i die for them? yes. but only because they are family, there are a few persons among them whom i cannot stand.
if some of them were not my kin, i wouldnt even consider putting my hand into a fire for them.
its hard to admit but its the truth.
the real things that you love are,
things which shouldnt mean anything to you. but they still do.
for example;
friends.
its hard to admit but its the truth.
