I could only wish to have a love story like Pride and Prejudice or have someone like Ted Mosby get me a million-dollar instead of a blue french horn.
But these perfectly written fictions were also based on false hope because there is never a single flawless love story.
All of which was a mere perspective of a writer of what love is supposed to be.
A sickness that makes people caught off guard, grabs away their sanity, their protection, and intelligence.
Love moves mountains.
Love creates millions of paintings and poetry.
Love, it put colors in a monotone street and makes rain lonelier.
But love, in reality, is all about not counting sorry, love is saying it all over again.
Love is simply, knowing where she likes to eat or what to eat.
Love is simply being there on ugly days.
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Paint and Poetry. Stars and Velvet Skies. Ilonggo Writer/Blogger.
I’m God’s writer in progress and the very purpose of this blog is to spread positivity, hope, and love through poetry, art, food and travel. Enjoy!