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Do you believe in such word?

I had been asked plenty of time; Ever loved someone?

The only answer they get from me; There is no such thing as love!


You would say; Whatever happened to the family love?

I would say; Hey, thats some bond that you can't even doubt by asking! I "love" my family, ofcourse!


A person to person.

Male to female.

Let it be whoever.

My concept was; Love someone, and that person should be a wife!


How come you get to love someone, really love, and that person ain't your wife?

Unless, its not really love.

Or as we get to more often say; Loved her but then she ain't her.

Huh? Confusing?


Come on, just think. Bare with me.

There is a time, where a person get to say that he loves someone.

But then, there is also another time where he says he loaths that person.


Right, you would go ahead and argue; Hey no one has a constant mood! You aren't always happy! Neither sad!

I would say; Right. No wonder why a person gets to love a much of persons during his seek of one love.

One love?

Am I loooking for a wife here?

Or what am I doing?


But then..

There are times when you get to know someone.

Know, not love.

Once that person get to departure, you feel things are wrong.

Something inside you aches.

Something so deep.


The heart.

You would ask yourself why?

Why do I feel that?

Why is it that my heart seems to burn.

Why? I don't love her!


I never believed in romance.

Neither was I fond of all the stories about such thing.


Why is it that when you are all alone, you think of her?

There was a time were people get to say I am day dreaming.

So distracted.

Am I obsessed?

Everytime I get to think of the moments, there is this ache in one of the organs.

An organ.

The heart.

I don't love her. Why would I?


The pain.

It is really a pain.

One pain, that will sure make a person think.

A pain that is so deep.

A human mind can only locate and confine to the heart.

No. I don't love her. I really don't.

But, why the ache!?

Why is it that you really seem to miss the moments?




You ask me, and I would say, what am I saying?

Is this something to type and talk about?

Maybe I would like to remember that I had it.

The ache.

The pain.

A heart.


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