The point where I begin to question, “How would things be?”
I’ve reached that point where words and constant exertion of my free time can not suppress the thoughts, the thoughts of Love… No matter how you say it, Mahal, Amour, Amore, Amare, Lieben, Amor, it all means the same Love we as humans seek from one another. The feeling that when you are in Love everything feels like it goes your way. The feeling that when you are in Love every day feels like the perfect day.
I’m starting to miss it and at the same time intimidated by it, Love