what is love?

I’ve asked that question more times that i can count.

I always hope something beautiful will happen because of love. You keep running in my mind, day and night. It’s not fair if only me who feels this, right?. I wish you could feel it too. The rush, the ache, the hope.

In the end, everything turns into chaos. and I’m left whispering to the stars.

“Aku cuma ingin ini berjalan seperti apa yang dipikiranku”

if the love i’ve dreamed of ever comes true that would be enough

more than enough.

I got my lesson. ternyata, cinta bukan cuma tentang senyumnya saja.

It’s about patience, about keeping quiet when your heart screams, about letting go without losing your kindness.

sometimes, love means walking away not because you stop caring, but because you finally care about yourself too.

And maybe, real love isn’t always about staying, it’s about wishing the best for someone even when your paths no longer meet.

Because maybe, just maybe,

the most beautiful kind of love is one that can still smile after goodbye.