The burden of love
People say love is beautiful. That love is a feeling of being reborn a thousand times over. It's hope and probably looks like sunflowers when they bloom. But people also say love is a burden. It is dying multiple times and still continue to breathe. Its like the death of hope and withering sunflower fields. Well, I guess love is both. Love is being heard, being seen, it's the glass of water on your table when you get back home from work. It's your favourite dinner served on a Thursday night. And love is also the hallowness that seeps in when you let go. Loving too less is like locking the door even when you see your postman on his way with that letter you really wanted. And loving too much is knocking on doors that someone locked while you begged to be let in. To love is definitely going out to your favourite Chinese place. It's tagging with them to a party and blushing when they tell people who you are. But to be in love is really to love them when they hate every part...