Were so arrogent arent we? were so afraid of age, we do everything we can to prevent it..we dont realize what a privelege it is to grow old with someone.. someone who loves you unconditionally to want nothing but ur happiness..some one who doesnt humiliate you beyond repair..someone who doesnt drive you to commit murder to ur heart..someone who strives to make as many memories with you as possible so that when they are gone, these memories will help you carry on everyday without them..someone who will send u flowers, just because its tuesday..someone you can have the best conversation with, without niether of u having to say a word..this love is like a flower's love for life..just like a warm red rose that grows, blooms, and blossoms as it stands tall while the hot rays of the golden sun gently kiss its petals. At some point in its life-span, spring turns to winter, and this rose is covered with snow and ice, yet its still standing tall and holding on till the very last petal falls off.
i speak of love, yet am very young and naive about the meaning of this word.. because its a word that holds many secrets..its an enchanted potion that lies in the hearts of two lovers that once drank from the same glass..they drank that potion and filled their hearts and souls until they became addicted to love..it then became the building block of their life together..
