The book I read last night awakened my senses and made me write what you will read below. Forgive me if there’s any incorrect grammar, for I wrote this in just one minute. I decided not to edit this because this tells what I felt that time.
Love --- an indescribable feeling, inevitable phenomenon. I never imagine myself being vulnerable to this kind of emotion --- where everybody can win and be defeated. The complexity of this feeling can only be described by people who dealt with this. And I can say I'm one of those people.
Erotic love.
After all that has been said and done, both of us are still ready to face, hand in hand, what’s there more to us. No other human can destroy what he and I built. Even treachery, negations and hatred of other people we had surpassed. Why is that so? Because we are willing to fix the scathe, forget and let the scar just be a proof of the bad memory. The moments we’ve shared maybe forgotten but the changes that those moments made in our life can never be erased even by time. I love him not because he has brown skin, faux-hawked hair and chinky brown eyes. I love him because of what he has shown to me, who he really is. He is the epitome of my faith in love. He will never shake my faith, right where I’m standing.
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