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I am crazy. Yes. A self-confessed looney.
This feeling I have when I look at him is incomprehensible. I cannot fathom why my heart feels so much ecstacy just by a glimpse of him. Is this really love? Or am I again blinded by the light of romance? I never want to part with him. Even for a minute, for an hour, for a day. I am lucky enough to be living with him under one roof*. I never want it to end. I never want it to change. This is what I really want. This is my happiness. This is my dream.
I love him with a love that has been challenged by time. I love him with a love that accepts and never asks. I love him with a love that does not give out conditions, does not demand, and does not expect. I love him with a love that is beyond anything I have ever felt for anybody in my whole twenty years of existence. I love him with a love that wishes for forever. I love him with a love that hopes for nothing more, than to survive.
* We live in a studio-type apartment (a unit in a building) here in the city, far from home. We pertains to me, the love of my life, my mom, my sister, and another guyfriend of my mom. We do not sleep in the same bed, we are not live-in partners. These circumstances are really pure luck (for the two of us anyway).
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Posted by yanyanna on 2008-09-01 22:28:55 | Rating: | Views: 39
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