While Listening to O by Coldplay.

I am thinking of the aftermath, the adherent, consequences of loving you.
People say what's worst about loving something so much, is knowing that you can't have it.
They also say that when you love something, you should not possess them: you let them live instead.
That's the truest form of love, to let it grow, to see it comes bigger, without caging them someplace.
And somewhat true, we feel bliss just to see it that way.
Society got twisted, right? About love and possession, anger and disappointment.
They started to think when you love someone, they have to love you back.
Either way, it's not love at all. It's the unrequited stupid hunger, of affection. What was that, again?
Well, I have to stay still though, they are not capable of understanding it..

If only you had the same feeling towards me, as much as I am willing to give you ever since,
they say, we would already be together by now. Thing is that I am an open book, they can read me. While you.. I honestly don't know how you feel, you never told me.. But what ever it is, it makes me happy. It completes me somehow in the most humanly way possible. I am craving, yearning, admiring the feeling you gave me, it surprised me in the time I least expected it. You are different, you made me feel different in every best way I could tell. You made me happy without words of love, so I didn't question it, like, I don't need it.. You speak louder than every romance courtesy. Then again, loving you makes me love myself even more. In the end, how could I possibly not loving you if so?

I always knew we couldn't be together, I'm not making it an aim as well. I know probably we're that different, that hard to be with each other, it's okay. I'm not withdrawing myself at all, and I won't. If one day you had to go--like, go, away--in a way that we're not this close anymore, or geographically distant from each other, I'll remember you always, always. And there would be no greater loss by then. It's not regret, okay, it's loss. It's a mess, total pain, an agony. But right now, as long as you're still near--I could tell by the way you wanted to see me just as much--as long as we're together and fine, I cherish you with every breath, every eye blink, every second of my everyday, Tvstn. It's okay if one day we have to separate our way, I thank God that we ever crossed our paths and be together for quite long time. The me that is me right now, won't ever be without your presence. You will someday leave with remaining melodies you sometimes sing, and your shy smile that nobody could ever have, but you. I knew, and I'll be okay as long as you are too.


To the person whom I am now loving, so much, with all humility I could evince.
I've never loved anybody to the point where I don't want to possess them anymore,
for the sake of my belief: that to love is to set free.