where is the love

there is no meaning to the word love. there is no defination. there are no adults that will try and explain to their children what is love. and there will be no children asking:" Mum, what the hell is actually love?"

the point i am driving at is, every human being are born with the passion to love and not to hate. the thing after they learn to wail is love.

but what if one fine day, u choose to hate instead of loving the one who bought u to the earth? whatever happen to the passion that were once so inseperatable with u when u are an infant, it was simply too much.

wet clothes thrown into the bin. screams. pleas and desperate begs. squeals and sobs. slamming doors. broken vases. more screamings.

it wasnt suppose to be this way.

and just when i tot i was the luckiest girl on this planet because the worst idiot i have met in my life so far, was that bitch who steals my boyfriend.

this had to happen.

i turn around to face the window, adjacent to my study table, just to find out that the sun has been replaced by the moon that had turned its back on me and guided people in the other direction.

just yesterday nite, it was shining at my direction, so bright and clear.

it soons occurs to me that sometimes, when u are at the lowest point in ur life, even the moon turns it's back on you.

It wasnt supposed to end this way. and so I won't let it.