I m afraid to love, but not afraid to die.

In this life, what is more painful? Living and loving, the 2 edges of your existence, the 2 edges of your existence that will complement you.

Some say that love will complement you; others say that love will not help you but weaken your soul, your ambition.

Love can move mountains, make miracles, can change your world, it can make you fly.

But also love can make you cry, love can also make you feel excluded, love can be cruel.

The love is powerful, the love is magic. It can described as the smile in your face AND the pain in your heart.

Since I was a kid, I knew that we, humans, were angels, living in this world to achieve the grace and judgment, grace and judgment to fully understand and appreciate the new world.

The Humans born with a single wing, in their back, making impossible to fly, to escape, to go to the sacred place.

That’s why we humans need to love and be loved. Your loved one will provide the missing wing.

Love can also be suffocating, making your time go slower, making you
Suffer for its lack. Love can kill, love can create life, love can make you kill, love can make other kill you, love can save your life, Love can make you save a life, love can make you exchange your life, Love can create love…and life.

A human is a living being that possess a soul. Being alive and possessing a soul are 2 different things. If you can smile without fear, if you can sleep at night, if you can hug without regrets, if you can say Goodbye without your soul trembles in panic, then you can love.

Being alive means that you can suffer, you can be happy, you can exist, share the happiness, share the pain, share your life, share your existence, your time and of course, share Love.

In the other hand, people will punish love, people can hate love. Love, the ultimate feeling. The most advanced feeling, and also the more instinctual.

Humans born with the skill to love, they cannot teach you to love, maybe because there is no need, since the love is in you.

Humans love to live, fear death, fear darkness, fear the possibility that we are nothing, that our worlds are nothing and in the end, that we are headed by fate towards the oblivion.

Anyway, if there is a case, why do you feel down, instead of feeling alive?

Why do you feel grief, instead of experiencing joy? Because love is random; for someone, love is a -once in life- experience, for someone, true love only will show its face only once, maybe twice in one life.


If I could ask for something in this life, I would like a note book, where I can write facts, and these facts will turn in answers.

Haha…Love is not math, is not equations, and is not laws written in a book, in a mind, in the sky.

What is love? Why love is red? Why is love heart-shaped? One thing I can say, love is a crazy little thing.

The next time I saw a shooting star, I think I know what I can wish.

I will wish for you….

-------Reimon----------- 19/Oct/2008