They said that love could be either a bless or a curse.

then,

**You are my favorite curse

there is something wrong about time. It doesn't heal.

Any can love star's twinkle,
Few only can love the fire that compose it

Any can love soft bloomed petals,
Few only can love the thorns that hold it

Any can love the soft sand on the seashore,
Few only can love the rocks before

Anyone can love for a season,
but I'm already longing for years.

-tc to laz

06/09

Humans are so complicated
Sometimes they said love is not enough
Then what?

That piece of papers they called money
That transparent rocks they called diamonds
That unperfect ideology of things

And then when everything is broken,
At the end they said all their need is love.

Humans are so complicated
I just wanna be a dog

"Every woman can have a husband... But not every woman can have a lover."**

I quoted this from my favorite author. This is really open my eyes. There are differences between husband and lover.

"A lover is just like paintings... When you bought it and put it on the wall, all you want is redecorate your room to make the room follow the beauty of the paintings.''


"And a husband is just like when you want to buy a table. You came to the store with geometry terms, and you bought the one by the money you have and after you count will it be fit in your room.''

And there is come this quote from different writer, ''I separate my body and my soul. You can only choose one, either my body or my soul..''

Time heal almost everything
Yes, when it's about the scars, not the wounds.
-@angrymemorys

Scars [noun]
a mark left on the skin or within body ..

Wounds [noun, verb]
[n]: an injury to living tissue caused by a cut, blow, or other impact, typically one in which the skin is cut or broken.
synonyms* : injury, ... , trauma

[v]: inflict an injury on (someone)

Healed yet?

My dear, don't you see
its rainy outside

But my dear, don't you see
its sunny inside
inside us

My dear,
I will destroy you

I will hold you tight until your soul aching,
I will bite your beautiful lips
By my hugs your lungs cannot take breath

My dear,
Those pains are the only pain you deserve
From me

I'll trade you my galaxies for your fists of dust

I'll trade you my sea for your broken seashells

I'll trade you my seasons for your single little flower

I'll trade you my tomorrows for our yesterday

.
.
.
.
but somehow
for you
it's never been enough

barriers, barriers*

They said,
There are so many barriers between us,
A wall that we can't pass through,
A window that will always unclear,
A blood that never will be the same.

My dear,
God gives His greatest barriers to strongest love,
For He knows that our love is strong enough.

He gives us a wall because we have enough strength to break it,
He gives us blurred windows because we always see with purity,
He gives us different blood because we know everything comes from souls.

There  is a room in our heart, for family.
There is our room in our heart for this 'someone', we called Lover.

Our loved ones, they stay in our heart, like it's their home, and yes we opened. They came room to room in our heart. Into the depth. Till the deepest- room that have fireplace.

They set flames that make us warm.
They, just control this fire place.
Either warm..or burning

When our loved ones leave, what happens to the fireplace?
I know there is a flame that never die,
but what if we get burnt?

My feelings towards you is like the heartbeat: soft and persistent, underlying everything.

My feelings towards you is like ocean waves in the morning: strong and always pull me into something deep.

My feelings towards you is like touching the wind: didn't have to be grasped, but felt all over my body.

And my feelings towards you....(insert analogies here that contain hope for eternity)

At this point I knew that life is not a choice.

I can't choose who I fell in love with, even I can choose who will I marry.

Sometimes...our fate doesn't follow our choice.. it's just more than hurt cause we can see the option..

''I didn't love him, '' I said.

Because I don't know what 'love' is, and I don't want definy it to the world-- if it could be defined in words.

What I know is
My silent soul keep whispering his name
My instincs say yes,

And for me, this is more than just feelings

Can love defined as 'when a soul found its peace and tranquility' ?