Thursday, January 1, 2009

Love Message 01




U are every part of me and I don't wanna face another day alone. I wanna spend every second, every minute of the day with u. I wanna see u every morning as I open my eyes. I wanna feel your heart beating every night. I wanna be with u most of the time and never will I allow to anybody to set us apart.

I love u so much and I know love me more but why can't we be together as we wish for? Culture...for us it's a torture. There was a time that I just thought I'm gonna lose my mind. You always come along and then I'll be fine. Hope God will hear my prayers...that is to be with you for the rest of my life.

I know it's stupid to dream about u but I don't mind. If it's wrong to love u, then my heart just won't let me be right. I just always hope that we'll have a place in this world to live happily ever and after. They said, "where there is great love, there are miracles" God help us both to be strong enough to hold. I've found what I've waited for and I couldn't ask for more.

Honey, I will always love u no matter what. Whatever will happen I still thank God. At least he has given us a chance to spend some time together. Things might be impossible for us but in HIM nothing is impossible! I'll do my best to make our relationship great and God will do the rest.

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My favorite "description" of love :

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin. "Love is the beauty of the soul." --St. Augustine