It is all about love

I felt sorry for a friend, or rather, I felt sorry from a friend for myself.I hate seeing people lost in love, sad in love, because I feel so bad as if it happened to me. So, these words, are for your comforts.



Don't lose faith, even you lose everything else,it can still bring them back.





Love is when she cannot be his bride, she still would be happy to be his maid and wish him the best with the woman he loves.



Love is the post-it notes on the door, the umbrella in his car, when she knows he feels annoyed being reminded of every day.



Love is the shoulder you wish to lay your head on while watching fireworks, the chest you wish to bury your face while crying, the face you wish to see in the dream every night while seeing it again waking up every morning by your side.



Love is what you worry to cook for breakfast, lunch and dinner.



Love is when she gets pregnant again knowing that he would like to have one more kid, fighting for the coming pain in 10 continuous months.



Love is the source of worries, worries when it hasn’t come, worries when it has come, and worries when it has gone.



Love is when someone asking her “have you ever felt real love”, he suddenly came into her mind. She thought she was over him months ago, the stupid unrequited love in her life. She watched his photos again, trying to figure it out the distance between them, neither geographically nor spiritually, which she could hardly reach, which she have never reached before. Never mind, as long as he is fulfilling her life.



Love is when you know that your kids will hate you scolding or beating them, you will still punish them for the good of their behavior in the future.



Love is blind, I hold its hand and lead it through the darkness, telling it how colorful and wonderful the world is and make it smile like a child.



Love is when she looks at his eyes and smiles like an angel, without knowing why she did.



Love is to give him her freedom, and give him his freedom, while don’t know if she could have hers.



Love is when she shouts “I hate you!!!” and cries.



Love is when I saw a couple together on the tram, on the bus, on the MTR and smile and wish them love, while wishing someone was wishing me love somewhere.



Love is she knew she is making the same stupid mistake to someone else again, but she just couldn't help doing it, since her pain may bring him happiness.



Love Actually-Every time I see this commercial on TV for the coming movie, I know actually Christmas is around but love NOT. That’s why the TV plays it every year with good watching rate.



Love is my wish to you all and to myself, for those I love but they love me not, for those who I cannot, for those who used to love, be loving, and will love.