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Tuesday, September 12, 2006
I think love is constantly on the move:
we love each individual differently,
so that its definition can never be completely set on paper.
Every encounter tweaks your own comprehension of love somewhat,
each crinkle in time where we meet someone we believe fits our own construction of love
but realise they are wrought of imperfections;
then we reassure ourselves by assuming that love is loving
despite the countless flaws,
when we never understood it to begin with.
and i know,
we're gonna be alright.
KRABI in 17 days!!
the anticipation is killing me.
i need a break.
and i'm glad its with
you (:
posted by sharonk on
6:13 PM