Despite writing all these, and observing the labyrinth called Love for a long time, I forgot to ever truly decipher the way to get out of it. I knew how to love but never even thought of it coming from another soul. I was unaware of the situation and what my job will be if someone conveys the same words in a manner I repeated once like a mirage. Do I run away like a terrorist of love at this déjà vu? As I am scared of the imaginary yet conventional grand portrayal of it. But is it even grand? Is love actually a colossus or a tiny ladybird that kisses you while you're asleep? Perhaps, we will never know as it comes in many ways to many of us. And, yes, maybe then again I will be a boldly coward hypocrite in this sunset of love and continue to be so. And yet again for once and for a lifetime, we will love, love, and love.