I'll never not fail to appreciate and be amazed by love,in any and every form. The unconditional love that a mother holds for her child,the persistent love that one holds for their friend despite them struggling, the undying love for one who has passed away, the kind of love that makes one see their beloved in whatever they come across,the desperate attempt to keep on loving no matter how cruel or painful the world gets
I have a love-hate relationship with October. Yes, the air is crisp and the beauty of it all is at it's peak. Yes, I can feel the yearning coming from deep within. Yet at the same time,I refuse to accept that the whole year has gone by in a flash and I have done mostly nothing. I have done anything except hoping. Hoping for something more to come. Yet it somehow never does and even when it does, it's never enough.
That feeling of being aware that the joy you're experiencing in a moment will only be just a memory some day in the future
