It started in April last year .. in my daily muse with …
Love is … us.
From then on, I started to keep a “Love is .. “ scribbles in my journal.
They seem like simple messages, but behind every scribble lies some of my encounters which has enlightened and opened myself to a better understanding to my kind of love, which until now I know not what. Yes, love is weird and not to be understood to keep it in its sublime state.
Then the scribbles got lost somewhere. So I decided to give them a place here …
Love is … a lazy Saturday afternoon.
Love is … forgiving.
Love is … understanding.
Love is … patience.
Love is … quiet.
Love is … the sound of chiru.
Love is … come walk with me.
Love is …. honest.
Love is … even when he comes for you in a truck, you will be happy to hop on that riding adventure with him.
Love is a bus ride.
Love is … holding your hand in our sleep.
Love is … being hungry and not asking why or how.
Love is … his heartbeat.
Love is … life may be tough from now but we are embracing the challenge.
Love is … September.
Love is … penning thoughts about you.
Love is … fearless.
Love is … “ A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.” – Paulo Coelho
barefoot in paradise
Love is … being barefoot in paradise.
Love is … brave.
Love is …. lost without him.
…. To be continued ….