Love could take turns, it could be up or down or maybe a messed maze in the messed life. Love was supposed to be melancholy for me. Love wasn't supposed to be filled with butterflies and flowers and rainbows for me. I was pretty much in to the reality that my fate was not tangled with yours. Love was precious but it bleeds. It used to hurt, hurt until I plucked out all the petals of those white flowers.

But love for me turned into rainy nights, woody smell, millions of plumeria covering my path, the sunset and the silver moon, it turned into every I love once you stood there looking at me. Once you smiled while our soul connected, once you said millions of unsaid words only through the silence.

I felt my legs wobbly, vision blurry, heart racing like no end. But once your unsaid words reached my soul every inch of my life started get more of yours and only yours.

-Love