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Love.

What a strange word, isn't it?

Four letters, one syllable. Millions of meanings.

Some of us see it as a gift from above, taken for granted. Fell from the sky with the holy light and why not, toss in some semi-naked angels chanting with their harp.

Some see it as a curse, something you seem not capable of living without, something depressive, something heavy, a burden, a brick, a window waiting to be broken.

Some see it as something elusive. Mysterious. Unattainable no matter what you do. The Holy Grail, the Trinity, the Heaven. Keep reaching, guys, it's there, but you would not get it... ever.

Some see it as a common thing, a day-by-day habit, to fall in love is to breathe. Inhale, exhale. Feel it in your lungs.

Some see it as Encyclopedia Britannica. Thick. Voluminous. Helpful but a tad too complex. And to find your happiness, you'll have to dig deeper and deeper, opening every single page and reading every single line.

Some see it as an escape. From everyday's madness, a sanctuary, a safe haven. Somewhere you could lie down and close your eyes. Cuddled.

Some see it as an excuse. Excuse to taste the forbidden fruit. To succumb to the original sin. A flag to wave everytime your partner muttered the negation sentence.

Some see it as a plain old coat. Something that protects you in the coldest winter. Comfortable. Warm. Smells funny, though.

And of course gazillions interpretations still waiting to be discovered or told.

As for me?

Love.

Four letters, one syllable, millions of meanings.

The hell with meanings.

Let's fall in love...

Shorty 004

empty

Her room was empty.

Something was missing in her life.

She just didn’t know what

Was it the pale moonlight?

Was it the unforgetable tunes?

She walked around her room, sometimes staring at the midnight sky, searching for a single star to shine. But there were none. There were nothing left except darkness. There was no light. Dark. Deep. Cold.

Her hands trembled. A tear wanted to scream out, but somehow she knew that her eyes are desert dry. In moments like these, she thought of tears as an oasis…

She still didn’t know the feeling she had. Heck, she didn’t know the feeling she lacked.

It was the ultimate paradox dancing in her head. It was painful. No, not painful as one might feel, but a delectable pain. It was the slight burn you had when you put your finger into a candle fire.

She tried to smile. She tried to try. Try. Try. Trice. Truce?

She let go a small laugh. It was an absurd moment. An absolut moment of self salvation.

But something still was missing in her life.

Honestly, she didn’t… wait, was it honesty? Was it that tingling feeling she lacked to perceive from people she knew, people she trusted?

Or maybe something more than that.

She always thought she’d missed someone. But maybe she just missed something.

Something that gave her life. Something that gave her joy. Something that…

Was it love? The big word she never could comprehend.

Or was it something simpler?

Her cellular beeped. She pushed a button. She began to read.

“Hey, how’s your weekend?”