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Love
Love suffers long and is kind, Love does not envy Love does not parade itself Love is not puffed up Love does not behave rudely, it does not seek its own, it is not provoked, Love thinks no evil. Love does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth. Love, bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endure all things 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 Love overcomes a multitude of sins All around.
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all i needed.
i'm going to blurt everything out once and for all.we've known each other for 15 years, how much do you know me? how much do you love me? how much do you care for me? and how much do you trust me? hmm, i doubt you know me well enough, and i doubt that you do not even know my favourite colour, or the things that i like to do or have passion for. i can't share with you, because just by sharing with you, it's so hard to do so. i end up getting hurt. and, well, of course, you know her very well, you know her favourite colour and all that. what about how much your love for me is? this for sure, i know. it's so much lesser than the others. how much do you care for me and how much do you trust me? i know you care for me alot alot, but at the same time, i'm sure it's one of the reasons that you can check on me. i know you care, and i'm grateful for that, but when you see me a guy, you'll start asking me all types of question, when i don't even know that person. and of course, you keep suspecting me. when someone call the house, you would ask who is that person and why is that person calling. i mean, do i have to seek for your permission before i answer the phone, or sent a message? Thank God, that's not the case, but you're like finding out so many things. i've my privacy too. and for a week, we can quarrel for like 2-3 times. sometimes, i even try my hardest not to say anything, but when i say something, than we'll start quarreling. now you know, why i don't share anything with you. you're tired, so am i, but i've never ask for anything more, except your listening ear, and your love. is it so hard? you're one of the greatest things that ever happen to my life, and one of the worst too. i dread going home now. and, BLESSED BIRTHDAY TANG CHOY CHOY, I LOVE YOU<3 |
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