26th December 2009, a.m.

Love is a verb.

Sometimes it's not what you say that matters, but what you do.
You would do anything for the one you care about.
You would sacrifice even your sweetest dream to constantly care for the one you care about.
Perhaps that's love, or beyond that.
I would not say sacrifice, it's beyond that.
You feel the responsibility of making sure the one you care about is alright when he's sick.
Having a shoulder to lean on.
No, responsibility is not the word either.
You are more than willing to do it because you want to, not because you have to.
It's like as if you are taking care of something really precious to you with tender care & love, making sure you don't lose it.
It's like as if that person's happiness is more important than your own.
Beyond what you have always wanted to have, if you have to choose between both; it's not even near to it because you know it right away, whom you'll choose and not what you'll choose.
Even if you are about to witness the most beautiful sunrise happened right before your eyes, you'd rather miss it to look into the eyes of the one you care about.
With no regrets at all.
In life, there's always something that you have to sacrifice in order to gain something more precious.
And i know it right away, whom I'll choose certainly & definitely.