...nobody knows it but me [Tony Rich Project]

GENGSI!
...d'ya ever suffer one?

I completely forgot how it says in English, but that Indonesian word fits. It is a serious illness, since you can do nothing about it, except push it all aside... especially when it deals with [shall I say] love.

The worst part of it, is that when that serious illness came, you can do nothing. I repeat, nothing.
Maybe all you hafta do is make a single phone call.
Maybe all you need to do is send a short message.
...but we didn't do it. Why? ...refer yourself to the first word in this post. Ironic, huh?
You will never be able to cure it, unless you push that thing aside.
When? I dunno... you count the time yourself. At least your body will tell you when it should end.

..while counting, this part of Tony Rich Project's song may fast forward yours...

Like a clown, I put on a show... the pain is real even if nobody knows
and I'm crying inside...and nobody knows it but me

I carry a smile even I'm broken in two... and I'm nobody without someone like you
I'm tremblin inside...and nobody knows it but me

I lie awake, it's a quarter past three... I'm screamin' at night as if you would hear me
My heart is callin you...and nobody knows it but me

Wish I'd told how I felt...but instead, I pretended I'm glad you went away
These four walls closing more everyday
and I'm dyin' inside...and nobody knows it but me

...I'm missing you, and nobody knows it...but me

L-O-V-E, pt.1

[Love can be a many splendid thing, can deny the joy it brings. A dozen roses, diamond rings, dreams for sale and fairy tales. It'll make you hear a symphony, and you just want the world to see- Kelly Clarkson 'The Trouble With Love Is']

How do you measure love?
Some measure it with the joy it brings. The comfort you have with someone, the time you spent together, all the butterflies you feel in your tummy [thanks to Amesh for this :)], and many undescribable feelings. They called it love.

But there are times when love can also be measured from the pain you suffered inside.
Love is when you suffered from longing to get a simple 'hi' in the morning
Love is when you wished to be the first to know everything that had happened in their life
Love is when ytou hated if they don't ask how was your day
Love is when you enjoy the painful time, waiting for a single SMS in a day
Love is when you took lie as a sincere truth, eventhough you know it
Love is when you buried yourself in songs that you hated so much, but reminded you of them
Love is when you give a bastard a second, third, or even a forth chance to hurt yourself
Love is when you can not say goodbye
and many things that even made you a masochist...

[...like the drugs it makes you blind, it'll fool you every time,it can tear you up inside, make your heart believe a lie, it's stronger than your pride, and it doesn't care how fast you fall- Kelly Clarkson 'The Trouble With Love Is']

...so how would you like love to be served?

warm, joyful and passionate as usual, or maybe cold and bloody hurt as its specialties? but first, make sure you find out how much each will cost...