Golden Hour : A Nostalgia Touched

It never will matter...

But they're wrong, Because Everything Matters. You & I and Them.

I actually love to write, to captured, to yap— when it's about the things I love, The things that matters. I love and I love.

For the first time in my life, I commented on a post where someone asked how to unlove someone you love so much. That comment got a lot of likes and it makes me happy how they agree with me— but actually that's not what makes me happy most... It's the feeling I got in me that made me realize, I love deeply to the bone that somehow It also will pain me— But I don't see it that way... Because It's either a Friend, Family and Someone that holds my heart, Whether they don't treasure me as much as I do to them— Seeing them happy, loved and well makes me joy.

And I badly want anyone out there who's reading this right now, to realize...

Love Isn't something to be received, It's something you'll give.

Love isn't just an emotion or a choice— It's a will, a commitment.

Yet love will always be the first and last reason we live for— we seek for, We hoped for. So despite giving them to someone you don't know, Give it to yourself first, Because You're the only person who'll ever understand yourself, who'll be there for yourself... And when The time is right and you met the perfect person for you, Then you'll know how to love them without hurting them.

I was made to write, I was made to inspire— I know that so, I know That I can.

Ever since I was a Child I love writing stories, experiences and the lesson it teaches. I love, and that's why the reason I write— Also It's not a pain, It's a lesson.

I grew up alone, I grew up with only few friends, I grew up without any attention in me, I grew up without seeing the world, I grew up with my own imagination, I grew up not knowing anything, I grew up lonely...

And by that, I love Solitude... I love growing up alone. But it doesn't mean I wasn't looking for someone to spent my days with, or have fun with. It made me an introvert— still I am finding people who loves my silence.

I found them!

6 Years ago, I met them. They've been a part of me ever since, And I loved them.

We don't talk much as we used to before, But they're always be a part of me— Our bonds still stays the same. We love to talk about sunsets, Clouds and Nature— They're also one of the reason Why I love to write.