Monday, April 12, 2010:
I dream of you every night, I love you all the time

Walking down the road on a dark blue evening sky, Alone. For the past few years, I've forgotten the word Love as I survived in this world without you. Every time that I would see a young couple just the same age as me would go for a walk in the park, Hands intertwined with each other, Looking at deep each others eyes, Whispering the word, I Love You. I would simply stare at them and admire them from afar. Unknowingly, A smile would grew across my face as memories flashback inside my head all over and over again. I wish I could go back from time and freeze everything so I can just be right beside you for the rest of my life. Thinking about it more and more, I would immediately snap out of that thought- Childish of me. I tried to move on and grow up ! I wanted to cry ! I wanted to scream but I realized that I am so used to the pain and hurt that I can no longer feel anything.

"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." -St. Augustine

Germaine blogged on 8:34 AM
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