If
A poet is loved for his writings
An artist is worshipped for his paintings
Then
What am I being loved for?
If
A poet needs an inspiration to write
A singer needs voice to complement a melody
Then,
Love is what I need to live.
Joie was counting her coins one night when she accidentally dropped twenty cents on the floor. Twenty! She recalled back on an incident which happened two years ago; an eventful day on her journey home from college. A day she will never forget that happened on her very own birthday. &n Read More...
It is funny to think of how people would define the word 'love' in their own ways. Some said 'love is blind', some defined it as an affection towards something or someone, yada yada. For me, I can say that I cannot define love with words. It takes time to know what love is exactly. Once it hurts, it Read More...