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defining love...

"I love you very much" -ilocano


Defining love maybe different for each one of us... for it really do depend on who you ask the L question...
some may say that love is a bowl of chocolates in a hot summer's day while the warm sun is slowly pinching your inner thighs... (sorry mental picture ba?)
some may say that love is when someone special kissed you in the forehead...
maybe to others, love is a tiny pink dot in a white soft bread we call siopao...
but in time, love slowly evolves into tiny different particles of happiness,
a simple "siopao" instantly becomes special when it is shared by two lovers walking side by side at an empty street sidewalk...
a stare by someone you love or by someone dear to you maybe be defined love, when it just simply melts you like a dirty ice cream dripping unto your favorite shirt on your way to the mall...
for now i really cant really define love...
sometimes love for me, is the feeling of sweat unto my arms while we walk together...
sometimes love is when he calls me by my full name in-front of many strangers at a cafeteria while waiting for our turn to order our favorite paotsin...
love is when we have dates at the mall just to simply eat childish fastfood after we play two hours of  awesome tekken games and zombie-like-survival game at the arcade...
love is when i hold his bag for him while aiming the ball at the basket, shooting for some hoops at TimeZone...and smiling back at me the moment it shoots.
love is simpy adorable...
it is the moment you feel a clutter in your a head...
an unimaginable nervousness the instant his fingers touch yours...
it is like a feeling of complete coma of sort...

love is awesome yet painful.

but honestly..i really dont know if i've fallen in love...sometimes i just felt that i always fell for the wrong guys ..at wrong times..and at wrong circumstance...its just so wrong...
maybe i was thinking and feeling the thought of "being inlove" and "having someone" too much at those moments....now i realized that it must not be the mode of searching for Love, but letting Love find you at the most unexpected place...time...and understanding...

until now i admit that im still just sleeping in a dream of fairy tales... hopefully and yet..still wishing for that one perfect happy ending we call...      
....love.




love,
juana




p.s :for sure at the end of our own modern day fairytales...there'll always be that guy...
"our prince charming."






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