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Thursday, July 05, 2007

and all the words in the world, fail to describe the devotion that's engraved, deep in the depths of my heart. love is just a word. the emotions that encircle this word will never find a voice. it is too deep to understand, yet we do, in our own ways. it is a kind of uncomprehendable understanding. ironical as it is. that is how lucid it is.

it is funny how it torments you. a kind of struggle that's not necessarily bad. it is so easy to go wrong, yet it is so simple still. only beings who've truly been in love before will know, how it is worthy enough to go the distance. how even travelling ten hours just to see a person for one is worth it. nobody will understand it. unless you've ever been in love before.

the torment is real, for we're human beings, born to err and bred to love ourselves more than others. that's why we need to love and be loved. love teaches us valuable lessons. of how you begin to love someone else other than yourself. how you begin to realise that you're not the only person in this world. love centres around the object and it makes you shed your selfish skin and realise you can sacrifice. and when you're loved back, the feeling is so overwhelming. it makes every single torment that cuts you up inside seem like nothing. cos when you love someone who loves you, your heart is complete.

i believe everyone's born with just a small piece of a whole heart. it takes someone else to complete you. and that someone sure has the bigger piece of your heart. our hearts are not one but two pieced together to form one. it has space for mistakes and grooves for pain. what will keep the pieces together is the love that is shared and one. it binds and the heart is whole. never to be lost and broken.

and i know, all the words i've written can never describe the way i feel.

the way i feel,
when i'm with you.
-cheryl
12:11 AM





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