Love. Honestly, I had never believed in the truth of finding true love, long distance relationships, perhaps not even that love will even last or conclude to a positive outcome.

One story of a friend of mine proved me absolutely wrong. Two people who would share their first love, first kiss, first hug, first.. everything. The genesis of a profound, tender, passionate affection. The exordium of such deep affection. The first shed of tear for each other, the first goodbye to each other.

Such excruciating "unfairness" of being more than a 1000 miles apart, of not seeing each other. Yet heartfelt beautifully decorated letters and photographs are being sent through snail mail every other month or, day. The euphoria and ecstasy of these thoughts of the littlest heart-filled memories and delectable moments - they keep the flame burning so brightly. Two people keeping true to each another, every step in the wrong path of devotion brings a sense of guilt and conscience.  I truly envy how everlasting, enduring the four faithful years of such deep young love is still so very much alive.

The Appreciation, The Love, It's So Real, So Extra-Ordinary.

If this is not love, I don't know what it is. Some people are lucky, others are luckier. Never will true love occur to me, or perhaps even to find genuine love from a 'stranger', never ever.