I used to wonder, whether the person who utters “I love you” more often is the person who loves more...


Bemused that I'm labeled mad. It wasn't always like that, for me to keep these words on my tongue.
I once heard them uttered, and all i could do then, was to reply sorry, with tears down my face.
The second time round, i learned to return those words, but always never being the one who uttered them first.

I've been lucky to have been loved more than i loved. But somehow my heart still defied reason, and fell into a situation I didn't anticipate. YOU

Who makes me calm down and listens to all the stupid reasons each time I blow my tantrum. Who gives me all 100% of your time and attention. Who makes simple things done together become beautiful memories. Who accepts all my character flaws. Who uses actions not words to show me your love.

I've journeyed enough to know the three words mean a lot, but they do not mean everything.

Yes darling, I love you.