Love is when you miss her even before she leaves. The fact that you are longing for someone even though you can’t see each other. Love for me is when I could listen to her voice all night and never get tired of hearing her voice, when the sound of her name sends chills down your spine, and you see her smile, the smile you’ve been visualizing in your mind, the second you close your eyes.

Distance, it’s like when you multiply a number with Zero. Nothing. Distance is nothing. We all know that, when love is true.

There is not a name for what I’m feeling. There is no description for it. 
To call it yearning would be like calling the ocean water. Whatever this thing is, it shoves you inside itself and you can’t measure its boundaries because they go too far and you don’t have enough time. Or you move toward the boundaries and they move away. There has been an earthquake in my life. I love her, and we are both too far away.

If rain drops were kisses, I could send you showers. If hugs were seas I’d send you oceans. And if love was a person I would send myself. Why does it hurt so bad? Why?

Back then, I told myself that I could be a Bachelor for forever. It’s just a thought, don’t worry. I never wanted to be alone. I want to experience that kind of feeling, the sense of assurance. I want those moments where you can forget all life’s problems by just looking in the eyes of your wife.

I’m laughing at myself again. I can consider a Beach Wedding, hmmkay. They’re so cute. 

I’m a naughty boy, please punish me for being one. I’ll take everything. Do everything.