Pluck Some Sugars to Feed the Aching Heart

Its a beautiful thing to hold yet so fragile. Its beyond compare but not that extravagant. Though it is a splendid gesture and a marvel to feel, thus so heart-wrenching that it sometimes leads to a life-compelling mixture; the bittersweet euphoria that sets you to tears, a melange of high-raising craziness (you didn't know why you do), the not-so-ordinary song you keep on playing inside your heartstrings and the extra pleasures of hearing that sweet soft subtle symphonies that suddenly interjects inside you (with or without you knowing).

Love is such a funny thing. Either twisting or revolting in every beat inside your heart. You hold it like a treasure, like a magical gift.

Sometimes you stumble on it in every strange way possible. Sometimes you search for it like a missing key to your door. Often times you wait for it like waiting for every rain to end as you watch how the skies change and rainbows meld.

There can be millions of stories you'll find about love. Cried over sappy chick flicks. Frolic on bags of popcorn and chips while dreaming of--that one fine dream--that same movie scene over and over again.

But there's also one thing that's truly special. Your very own LOVE STORY. Don't need to disregard the thorns. If love is a flower, and every blooming rose has its thorns that might prick you at the slight touch of it--you can't be satisfied looking at a flower (staring amazed by its beauty)--just like love, you have to cradle and hold it gently for you to feel and hug its worth.

Disclaimer: I have a whirlwind journey several weeks back.. (particularly in October) so I have pushed back writing this entry.. and have grown out of luck and inspiration in finishing this.. My ending's kind of a bit of a drag compared to my intro..

Currently Listening:

Kelly Clarkson's Mr. Know it All, Jojo's Disaster and especially Taylor Swifts' Enchanted