"Look at this dandelion..." Dia cabut sekuntum lagi bunga liar yang tumbuh melata itu. Bunga yang sudah kering. "Kalau awak sayangkan bunga ni, awak akan biarkan ia terbang... Walaupun menjauh... Walaupun tidak bersama awak. But it's the best for it. It will grow again. Will flower again... And all over again, it will charm you with its beauty. Love is not about possession. Love is to let your loved one lead a happy life, no matter how that person chooses it. Not prioritising your happiness but their happiness. If not, don't call it love. Call it possession. Selfishness..."-13 JAM A380
"To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour."
"Auguries of Innocence" -William Blake
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour."
"Auguries of Innocence" -William Blake
He was like a deadly poison to her, yet she still fell for him. Even when she knew of this herself. His intelligence, added to his alluring looks, combined with the mysterious past he had...no one could resist this beauty. Not even her.
"
...
"And only then, I knew the full weight of your words. You had not intended to leave her, but I. After making such promises, you, a man, did not make good of your vows. Where is your honour, Sire? It was all just a pretence, a charade, nothing more than just meaningless letters typed out like a script. Oh, but were you a Man after all?"
...
You brought her out of her darkness, the moment she saw you, she knew that she had to get you in some way or another. And thus, began the courting. She didn't notice that you had your eyes on her too, even with the wench by your side. You started approaching her, slowly, and she had gladly responded. Oh, but what a mistake for her that is!
...
She had locked out her heart for anyone to enter, but you had found the key easily. Too easily. But she was too blind to notice. You approached her, again. You talked her out of her strongly-built walls, reaching for her trust. She gave in. You confided in her, and in turn, she did to you. You found out about her weaknesses, and her fears. What had started slowly, had suddenly turned into something else.
...
"
...
"And only then, I knew the full weight of your words. You had not intended to leave her, but I. After making such promises, you, a man, did not make good of your vows. Where is your honour, Sire? It was all just a pretence, a charade, nothing more than just meaningless letters typed out like a script. Oh, but were you a Man after all?"
...
You brought her out of her darkness, the moment she saw you, she knew that she had to get you in some way or another. And thus, began the courting. She didn't notice that you had your eyes on her too, even with the wench by your side. You started approaching her, slowly, and she had gladly responded. Oh, but what a mistake for her that is!
...
She had locked out her heart for anyone to enter, but you had found the key easily. Too easily. But she was too blind to notice. You approached her, again. You talked her out of her strongly-built walls, reaching for her trust. She gave in. You confided in her, and in turn, she did to you. You found out about her weaknesses, and her fears. What had started slowly, had suddenly turned into something else.
...
"
"I need to free myself from this endless wake,
to escape this unrelenting throb
of heartache,
to rest in eternal peace."
{d.r}
to escape this unrelenting throb
of heartache,
to rest in eternal peace."
{d.r}
Feelings to be shared,
Love to be cherished,
Life to live with,
Memories to be made.
Places to be visited,
Stories to be written,
Stories to be lived,
Together.
Forever.
And a day.
-You.
Always.
Love to be cherished,
Life to live with,
Memories to be made.
Places to be visited,
Stories to be written,
Stories to be lived,
Together.
Forever.
And a day.
-You.
Always.
To me,
Love is,
Love is the meeting of two souls, two hearts, that shares the same passion and dreams. Love is the pursuit of happiness.
Love is the feeling of being at 'home', even when you're not. The person you love is like your shelter, while you become a 'shelter' to them.
Love is the acceptance and the giving - without the expectation of what you are getting back.
Love is to be vulnerable, to trust in the other person and to let them trust you.
Love is to feel perfect, when you are imperfect.
Love is,
Love is the meeting of two souls, two hearts, that shares the same passion and dreams. Love is the pursuit of happiness.
Love is the feeling of being at 'home', even when you're not. The person you love is like your shelter, while you become a 'shelter' to them.
Love - "Without the commitment, it is mere infatuation. Without the passion, it is mere dedication. Without nurturing, even the best can wither and die." - Julian Baggini.
Love is the acceptance and the giving - without the expectation of what you are getting back.
Love is to be vulnerable, to trust in the other person and to let them trust you.
Love is to feel perfect, when you are imperfect.
"Truth is something that appears like a sweet piece of candy or chocolate when its' outer wrapping is peeled off. Just like skin is needed to protect the blood and flesh underneath, a lie is needed in order to protect the truth." -FBND
Like a star in the night sky without the moon.
"Who knew we'd be writing our own modern, crazy fairytale?
"No one," he murmured, kissing my cheek.
"Because the best love stories are never merely just written - they are lived."
- Ninya Tippett
"Truth is something that appears like sweet piece of candy or chocolate when it's outer wrapping is peeled off. Just like skin is needed to protect the blood and flesh underneath, a lie is needed in order to protect the truth."
-fbnd
"First love is painful and unrequited love is heartbreaking." - FBND
