I want to write about love...

I have one heart. It’s not big, just small enough to tug fit in my little body. My heart is not close to the head, but somehow my mind end up listening to it every moment. Some said heart is strong, some said heart is powerful. I said my heart is full of love.

Heart sometimes moves when a manly man hand reaches for mine. It then beats like drum if it happens in public. My heart is shy, unconfident under manly starry eyes, it would make the head turn around, make the eyes close if the stare remain strongly. Sometimes, it makes the head drop down, bury in manly lap like an ostrich in desert. Heart makes my nose sensitive, to sense the manly scent, then storage it somewhere in mind’s drawers. Sometimes, such as a slow rainy day, would take it out. Perhaps it’s why we miss someone.… Sometimes it makes me fall from head to toes…

I love the moments being together with a manly man, bundle up, quiet, listen to our hearts beat. Sometimes, two heart tango dance around together, sometimes they are chasing each other in each gap. Sometimes, they are just asleep.

I love the evenings watching a film on TV together in a small simple quiet living room. The sound of scary music, the sneak up thought of work, of life circuits. Deep down, in the bottom of our hearts, would be peace, because we are together.

I love to be lazy in manly arms, do nothing, feels the warm, the care like a little baby inside powerful protection. I love the moment walking down the lakes, arm in arm, tip toes try to reach up the kiss from tall bending man, to forget the cold breeze.

How many happy moments we got before parted? How long till the selfish interfered in and took the man away? It must be hard to be man, to stay and take charge. That’ why they have to go, to change, to run… How much love left after all the parting pains. Why is still like full, or the time refill love again in my heart?

Some said love is fragile, come and go, break down easily. Some said love is unreal, just like dreams in each heart…

Some said we would never see love at the right time, because when we find out, the moment had parted. That’s why we are always long for a pass shadows. Some said men are too arrogant and selfish to see your love. The moment they appreciate you the most, is when you are saying good bye.

So regrets remain. That’s why memories are always lingered. That’s why we sometimes miss a day in the pass and cry alone in our eye corners. My whole life, I have run around looking for love… and got a lot of regrets.

But we still dream for a forever love. Consciousness or not, we still hope for a happy ending. In my little heart, I still crave for an unbreakable vow. Maybe it’s untrue, maybe it’s unreal, but it’s what we wish for, we love for, we live for.

Until we die…