Sitting at my desk, looking at the photograph just beside the computer. Those two people seemed so far away, so unrecognisable. Who are they? What are they doing? One candles, two, candles... A few more. One by one, they go out...

Just imagine. Well, if you love someone, you'd do almost anything for that someone. If they give positive feedback, good for you. If they don't, it will feel like your power has been gradually escaping from your mortal body...

Are looks really all that matter? Just because someone isn't a beauty paegent winner, doesn't mean she's un-lovable. In fact, those that are left behind, are the truly faithful ones. They understand how difficult it is to actually sustain a relationship, and they'll put in alot alot more effort than those chio bus out there, into loving the other party. All the chio bus do are to go around searching for hotter n hotter guys, and they never fully devote themselves.

Just because someone doesn't talk in poems, or doesn't think like a poet, doesn't mean she's dumb, useless, or stupid. It just means so much more. They stop thinking like a great person, humbling themselves, and devote themselves to loving the other party.

It's always a girls' dream to be pretty, to be loved and to be cherished as a person, not as a slave, not as a maid, not as a toy, and not as a pornstar. But every girl is pretty in her very own way, sometimes not in the expectations of the appearance 100% guy. It is not that a girl does not want to be pretty. Everybody who studies Biology will know that looks are passed down from the parents to the child. It is not the child that chooses the appearance of themselves.

For a person to try so hard to sustain a relationship, giving all that she had, and doing all that she will allow herself to, takes alot of courage, will, and understanding. If at that stage, the other person tells you, "I'm sorry, you're not pretty, not a deep thinker, not anything that I want. You're practically of no use to me. Unfortunately, all these matter to me. You don't satisfy them." Can you imagine how that person will feel?

No, there shouldn't be any elitism in the relationship. But there's always one that does not allow the other to dominate. Somehow, I feel that the rights should be spread out evenly. It should not always be the guy who calls the shots, to demand things to be done, or wadever. It should also not always be the girl who demands stuff. At least, share the rights, so that both will have a chance to feel respected. Girls, though some are humble, should not always be the ones bending down.

Looking at that picture brings tears to my eyes. Somehow, I feel happy, that I've had that moment captured. I feel the warmth, the brightness, and the cheerfulness. And on the other hand, I cried. When will there ever be such a moment again? Will they still stay like that, so close, so happy?

No, I'd never give up. Not when I've given almost everything. Love is just so wonderful. It gives you enough motivation to carry on, no matter how tough the terrain is. Even if I'm bleeding from top to bottom, the power of Love will always be there, supporting me, encouraging me to go on. It is telling me, "Go, it's yours to earn/fix/keep. Nobody can ever stop you."

And this will probably be the most lonely night in the hostel. Because there's nobody thinking about me, even as I sleep. Only me. Thinking of him. And fixing the damages. And reflecting upon my actions.

Goodnight, my sweet.