DOUBLE POST~! i just started this blog so don't be surprised when i start slacking in updates. :)
Love
He told me he loved me..
"Love. That word eveyone knows but so very few understand. What does it mean? That LOVE? Look it up in the dictionaries and they'll tell you it's a feeling. Yes, a feeling. No one, not even dictionaries know how to explain 'Love'. Well, who can? The most I can think of is that love is something that happens in your heart. You can't stop nor can you make it appear. It comes and goes on it's own acord. You can't control love. Love controls you.
Love. Love for your parents, for your siblings, for your family members, for your friends, for the earth, for animals - that I understand. Love makes you care about that something or someone. Feel their pain, share their happiness. You do little things that mean the most. Love is an adjective you see, you have to DO love. BY doing love I mean by doing things to show you love, that you care. Love is not a noun. No matter what anyone says. Because, if love is a noun, then it'll just be love. Being nothing. Just love. So, love is an adjective.
Love. Then, there's the love for another human being. A lover - a relationship. What love is that? Like the wife so madly in love with her husband letting him take her children, letting him conquer her life, giving her no freedom. Is that love? What about the girlfriend so desperately in love with her boyfriend she drinks things she knows she shouldn't, take things she knows is wrong, does things she knows comes with dire consequences - is that love?
Love. Love between two human beings is said to be the best feeling in the world. But then, why doesn't it last? Divorces, seperations, break-ups - all due to love that just does'nt last. However, ask anyone who's gone through all that. Just ask them. Do they regret loving? Most would probaly say no. I guess the phrase 'To love and to loose is better than to not love at all' really is true.
Love. Sometimes, love lasts you know. Like the ageing couple who grow old together and are still in love - cherishing each moment spent together. Like the childhood sweethearts who grew up and got married, raising up children together. Those married couples celebrating their 50th anniversary. Love does last. Love is just simply magical - something to wonder about.
Love. Love your parents and you'll respect them. Love your siblings you help whenever you can, you keep secrets. Love your friends and you'll share all the good and the bad. Love the earth, you'll try keeping it clean. Love your partner - indiscribable.
Love. It's just something noone, before, now and in the future (even with all the technology) will ever know how to describe. Love - it's special and a complete mystery. So, just leave it be. Everyone loves a little mystery in their life once in a while. "
wrote this for Ci Hui. Not FOR her. Just for her English notice board. She's gonna do the BM karangan. heee~=)
Love He told me he loved me..
"Love. That word eveyone knows but so very few understand. What does it mean? That LOVE? Look it up in the dictionaries and they'll tell you it's a feeling. Yes, a feeling. No one, not even dictionaries know how to explain 'Love'. Well, who can? The most I can think of is that love is something that happens in your heart. You can't stop nor can you make it appear. It comes and goes on it's own acord. You can't control love. Love controls you.
Love. Love for your parents, for your siblings, for your family members, for your friends, for the earth, for animals - that I understand. Love makes you care about that something or someone. Feel their pain, share their happiness. You do little things that mean the most. Love is an adjective you see, you have to DO love. BY doing love I mean by doing things to show you love, that you care. Love is not a noun. No matter what anyone says. Because, if love is a noun, then it'll just be love. Being nothing. Just love. So, love is an adjective.
Love. Then, there's the love for another human being. A lover - a relationship. What love is that? Like the wife so madly in love with her husband letting him take her children, letting him conquer her life, giving her no freedom. Is that love? What about the girlfriend so desperately in love with her boyfriend she drinks things she knows she shouldn't, take things she knows is wrong, does things she knows comes with dire consequences - is that love?
Love. Love between two human beings is said to be the best feeling in the world. But then, why doesn't it last? Divorces, seperations, break-ups - all due to love that just does'nt last. However, ask anyone who's gone through all that. Just ask them. Do they regret loving? Most would probaly say no. I guess the phrase 'To love and to loose is better than to not love at all' really is true.
Love. Sometimes, love lasts you know. Like the ageing couple who grow old together and are still in love - cherishing each moment spent together. Like the childhood sweethearts who grew up and got married, raising up children together. Those married couples celebrating their 50th anniversary. Love does last. Love is just simply magical - something to wonder about.
Love. Love your parents and you'll respect them. Love your siblings you help whenever you can, you keep secrets. Love your friends and you'll share all the good and the bad. Love the earth, you'll try keeping it clean. Love your partner - indiscribable.
Love. It's just something noone, before, now and in the future (even with all the technology) will ever know how to describe. Love - it's special and a complete mystery. So, just leave it be. Everyone loves a little mystery in their life once in a while. "
I closed my eyes and whispered 'I love you too', meaning it with every fibre of my being. I did, I loved him. Silent tears rolled down as I held on to the hand of
the person I love as he started to drift off to a place noone goes and comes back. I watched my hero slip away, and I couldn't do anything. I was powerless. I had to let him go. To a place I knew would make him happy - to a place up above.
My brother. Gone. Gone after sacrificing his life to safe the life of his own true love. Now that's, true love..
"Love is like holding a handful of sand,
Grip it tightly and it'll trickle through your fingers,
Hold it gently and it'll last forever"
the person I love as he started to drift off to a place noone goes and comes back. I watched my hero slip away, and I couldn't do anything. I was powerless. I had to let him go. To a place I knew would make him happy - to a place up above.
My brother. Gone. Gone after sacrificing his life to safe the life of his own true love. Now that's, true love..
"Love is like holding a handful of sand,
Grip it tightly and it'll trickle through your fingers,
Hold it gently and it'll last forever"
By Aisha Aznizan 
4 comments:
Yo Aisha!! When did you become a blogger!? Oh well the more the merrier. Cool essay about love. ^^
errr. yesterday? lol:P melanie forced me to start blogging~!! haha. thankss.
Hihi.. Thx for linking me~
no probS.:)
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