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Love.

Let me stunned for a moment.

Let me trace every inch of story and I believe that I've ever had anything to do with love.

Let me specify any "relationship" that was, and usually I called "in the name of love"

Love. I didn’t find any happiness yet.

Relation of  heart that has been woven, and have been combing the day with various feeling: laughter, tears, anxiety, longing, and so on, also reap nothing yet.

When the relation must be broken in the middle of his journey, just a bitter and sadness feeling is left alone. Happy is just to be a single word in a line with a magnificent floating white cloud and stood in the big sky.

Anyway, maybe I should keep looking for other stories about love. Maybe love is still allergic to greet me in earnest. Don’t be surprised if up to this moment, I still shadowed by the question for the faithful of love when I’m going to sleep and my morning arriving.

Really?

Love is life?

Love is hope?

Love is happiness itself?

Love is a gift?

Love is blind?

Love is desperate to be happy?

Love is a deliberate ignorance?

Love is not just words?

Love is simple?

Love is the last terminal?

If love is alive, why am I like to die now?

If love is the hope, why am I like the despairing now?

If love is happy, why am I sad today?

If love is a gift, why do I feel like punished?

If love is blind, why is it like I can "see" things that shouldn’t I see in love.

If love is the despair of joy, in fact I'm not happy right now.

If love is not just words, why I'm so sick of this because of what love do?

If love is simple, why it could be so complicated?

If love is the last terminal, why should there be late again?

What we remember from the memories recorded by us? Name of place, name of the game, names of friends, events, incidents, are things that might be forgotten slowly. But not with feeling.

Joy, sadness, i will continue to take it without easily scattered along our journey.

Love is not visible to the eyes, not palpable by hand, but it’s been around since we can’t say anything about it anymore.

True love, love that when we think about something has gone, it's just hiding, waiting to come back again. love that won’t blind because it will guide me, lead you, guide us, forever.

Someday the love is always there for me, and don’t let my heart locked, for one last name.