True Love

Once I was discussing about what love is with a wise friend. She told me that for her love was simple, it was like the love of the wood to the fire that burn it. It’s like the love of the cloud to the rain that waives her. “But then it’s useless,” I cried to her. How could one love someone else without expecting anything in return? If I love a man, then I surely expect him to love me back. I just couldn’t understand the idea of loving someone and let him free. How could I let my partner be free fooling around with other girls?

Until I met him, the best coffeemaker on Earth. I met the one whom touches my heart more than anyone could ever do. Yet, he’s so fragile. I found me loving him in a quiet manner. I didn’t tell him. I cannot afford hurting him, so I keep my love to him in silence. Some beauties need only be whispers, and so does this love to him. This love only needs to be a whisper.