Wednesday, May 30

Thursday, May 17

I don’t have to explain or make you comprehend my understanding of love. I have been through more than you can dream of, and its much more than idolic crushes or teenage dreams; more than 18-year old summer romances, more than possessiveness or obsession or whatever young fairytale-thing you can imagine. I have been cold, been hot, have fallen, been broken, have quarrelled, have patched, have gone through years of commitment, have cried rivers of tears, have been utterly heartless, have gone through sufficient to make me know what i want and what i don’t. I don’t have to explain to anyone or anybody what my understanding of love is. But what i can tell you, its love doesnt come in a second, it doesnt come in a day. at least my love doesnt. a relationship can, a crush can. but none of these words equate to love. So please dont hang it by your lips as though your comprehension of it is deeper, and undermine mine with a twisted comprehension of yours.

I’ll tell you what love is: its a lot of tears, and a lot of wait. a lot of feelings, and sacrifices. it works through distances and works through time. its a commitment and a responsibility; a friend a lover a sibling a partner you want to commit to for the rest of your life. that is love. and if your childish connotation of love is nothing but a word on your lips, please dont say a thing. because i’m surprised at your childlike thoughts.

I WISH HIM ALL THE BEST WITH HIS NEW GIRL