Do you love me?
Will you always love me?
I cannot help asking my boyfriend these silly silly questions again and again. When he says he does, I always throw the questions again to test that determination. Then he always second to the positive answer again and I belive him. I belive everything he says and I belive when he promises me something, every time and for everything. I certainly fell afraid that the promises will be broken and the beautiful love story just has to end some day, but I still choose to belive in everything he says and promises. I couldn’t comment this as being naïve or something. It just that this kind of belief also gives me the determination to love him back with my heart and soul. When in love, I dare everything I have to love him and I trust him entirely. Even when some love bubbles are sadly broken, I will still choose to belive and trust in the future, not in the particular man but in love. Love is like a faith. If you sincerely belive in it, it would bring miracle and give people power and strength. No matter what,I love with my heart and soul. Hurt or not, I belive in love completely. When will I change my mind and doubt love? I .don’t know. I feel tired sometimes, especially when my boyfriend lies to me. I feel sad sometime too. But life goes on no matter what. So I sues I will just choose to be happy audience, dressed up beautifully and just enjoy the show…
#First Love Do you still remember your first love?
First time hilding hands?
First time you gaze at your love with your heart beating so strongly that it almost crushes out of your chest?
First kiss?
Perhaps, I might need some seconds to recall the exact date when I met my first beloved boy. Then, I could gradually tell that it was in winter time and it snowed heavily. I could also tell that is was the first time that I was grateful for the great snow, for the coldness allowed me to stand closer to him. I would love tp share with my friend how beautiful my first kiss was, how afraid I felt when he slowly leaned forward to my red-as-apple face and how eager I was to eccept his soft and tender lips. I freezed when his lips were on the tips of mine. Time freezed as well, so did the everything else. I forgot to close my eyes but still was not able to see anything clearly. Perhaps, love blinded them all. If I have got a second chance to have the first love again, I might ask for more. I would hold back for a longer time for the first kiss, so that the kiss could be even more tasteful. I would choose to meet him in the season of spiring. I loved the snow but the flowers blooming for more. I would choose some boy for whom I am also his first love..