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...