...The human being that makes you desire to breathe forever with. The individual whose hands you wish to ceaselessly hold...

Do I still believe in love?

I don't know....

Maybe?!

I still do. (Roll eyes)

OMG! I can’t even get a definite reaction to that query...

Let me share with you my friend’s most recent blog about L-O-V-E.

Korina Episode: Love

Valentines day is not due anytime soon, but the topic on Korina Sanchez's show is all about love. People of seemingly different stature, culture and even height fell in love. But this is not a review of the show, this is what I think about love.

I've seen love. I've felt love. I know love. It's just not about finding a partner, but the general feeling of being safe, being cared unconditionally by someone - obviously by our parents, family relatives, friends and that special The One (not Neo of the Matrix).

It comes automatic that our family loves us. Even with our ugliest characteristics they have come to learn to accept us for who we truly are - there is nothing to hide.

Along the course of our life's journey we meet other people and we make bonds with them. Friendships help us to widen our horizon and be in a social circle beyond of what our immediate family can provide.

But once in a while, we meet that special someone. I've met my special someone twice (maybe thrice???). The person that makes you want to live forever with. The person whose hands you want to forever hold. The person whose face you want to forever gaze upon. But forever is but a word - so far.

Instead I end up counting persons instead of counting the years with a person. Worse, currently Im counting the years without any person at all! But the worst maybe is to count the years with someone whose with someone else.

Do I still believe in love? I still do.

The last statement of the show said: "there is a person that is just made right for you". How I wish I can google that someone or tag her in fb, or plainly give her the map in my direction so that the years of waiting will turn into years of counting.

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After reading that, I realized that I have loved once; my one true love… and sadly we grew apart. Currently, I’m also counting the years without a special someone at all and worst I no longer believe in L-O-V-E… bingo! That is the ideal response to that inquiry above… crazy right?! Maybe cupid really shoots me with his poison arrows to make me fall out of LOVE, all the time… :’-(

"There is a person that is just made right for you". I wanted to embrace that thought, however, I just can’t…I can no longer continue deceiving myself that I’d be able to come across another one true love because I have this impression, I can only experience L-O-V-E ONCE, it surely happen once in a lifetime…