Conceal the Truth

To love and to be loved is the essence of our existence.
How many people had said that cliche?
Perhaps... billions.

Yes, its true. There is no denying this phenomenon aided by the fact that what was everything here in Earth rises and falls on such a vague thing called LovE.
Oops, I have proven it myself.

At age sixteen, I fell in love with a friend. It was loe on a millionth sight. I don't know. I knew her before bu did not find any single speck of reason to like her or love her before. We were the Perfect Strangers, though we're classmates for two years. Love has its reasons, and that reason? We don't know.

Love remains a mystery for me as if I am still looking for The One.

I'm on the process of Moving On.

I'm finding my way back into love. [I've been living with a shadow over head I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed I've been lonely for so long Trapped in the past i just can't seem to move on]
That past?

We'll, i invoke my right to privacy.

But this I will disclose:

As long as I think of her [my princess], I can think of how good it is to love. That's the first point. The second point is that, how tragic I am in erms of love. Maybe it's just true that the wisest of men are the most foolish in love. Nope, I'm not a wise person, but still I am a great love idiot.

Thinking of her is such a wonderful feeling. But thinking of her, on the other hand, made me remind of the glorious past. Thinking of her reminds me of love and as long as I remember her, it connotes and corresponds only one word for me : EKS.
I still love her nowadays. I mean that. Que Sera Sera. Whatever will be, will be. Loving her completes me. And that is what life means for me.

Someday, our roads will cross once again. When that moment arrives, I still tend to believe what we are about to live: to love and to be loved.

Yes, someday we will meet once again. That would made me think one more time that I have a heart with a sign that reads:

EKS.