Chermaine once asked me,
"What is love?"
I laughed at her.
How in the world could someone ask that question with such a straight face?
She was either very innocent or a rather good actress.
I didn't answer her.
Who knew the meaning of love?
Love is many definitions,
Ask a total stranger on the street.
Probably get stared at as if you were crazy.
Love.
Unselfishly wanting the best for someone,even if they wouldn't be with you?
Love.
The desire to be with someone forever,24/7?
Love.
Hoping that the opposite party is safe all the time?
Love.
The gentle caresses,small touches and glances?
Love.
The little things they do for you that mean so much?
Love.
The thing that causes hurt when they say no?
Love.
The feeling which makes you want to die if you couldn't be with that person?
I don't really know.
So for the time now,
Love.
A rather confusing,troublesome,sad-yet-happy emotion.
Love.
The reason I can't sleep at night.
Love.
The one whose name I cry in my sleep.
Love.
The thing that makes me hurt so bad.
Love.
Hate.
Death.
Love.
{{ 5/25/2008 11:32:00 pm -
Her heart is still bleeding}
