Among a million love stories in the world I know ours is not one of a kind. So many others cry the same tears like ours, and mourn the same deaths our hears endure almost each time the sun sets. But for me, what makes it one a kind is that our hearts have the ability to reincarnate, each moment after dying to the pains that the rest of the world never knows. We love so much more that what we can only contain. I still and will forever wonder how such feelings could come alive in our hearts as cold as the graveyard.

If only fate was much kinder to us. If only back then our roads have crossed and showed us the way to where we are right now. If only I believed there’s such a thing as true love.
But what are we? What are you? Are you true love? Are you even real? Can you really love me that much? Can you really stay that way forever?

I want to believe you. Because I am tired of getting scared all my life. I’m tired of being lonely and alone. Before I thought I was happy. That because I knew no better. We knew no better. Now that we have found each other, all of a sudden there is melody in the rain. We hear the sun sighs as it sets. There is orchestra at dawn break. If all these aren’t because of love, then I don’t know what else they are.