He's In Love With You.

He is in love with you.

Although he knows it's not right. Although the conservative bunch disagrees. Although he is always busy with odd working hours. Although he's always stressful about his love ones at home. Although he is always exhausted yet has to look refreshed all the time. Although he is sick. Although he has to force a smile. Although he has all the burdens that no one else in the world knows.

He chose not to tell.

Seeing him with someone else is like having a sniper aimed right into his sutured heart.

Like trapped in a trench of oceanic denial.
Full of broken promises.



But.
He is, indeed, still, deeply in love with you.





A secret that he chose not to tell.
xoxo.

Love Is...

Mummy called earlier in the afternoon, crying. Apparently she's still in deep sorrow after Daddy's death. And we cried together on the phone. I really feel for her.

How everything, how the whole world their love is, to her.

Love. Something simple and complicated, well it depends on how one's definition is. I see how death separated my parents though they're truly in love with each other. I see too, how people try so hard to get themselves broken up, divorced, you name it. Ironic? Sometimes I wonder: Why wouldn't a party of a twisted couple who tries to get rid of each other die... Instead of my beloved father?

It's not easy to find your true love, 

and some people spent a lifetime to find theirs.

I wish I could be like my parents. Just simply love, and keep their vows till death separates each other. I wish, we could be like my parents.

Believing in you loving me. xoxo.