The so-called Love

It has been one year since the last time I cried because of Batman. One year since I raised white flag. One year since I had my respect to myself again.

Well, it has been great. Anyone can see it. Happiness is always a choice, and I chose to be the happiest person. I had a girlfriend who loves me very much. She loves me more than I loved myself. One year since I had one of the best decisions I made. 

Pain can make anyone either weaker or stronger; I chose the latter. Tears can make us pitiful or refreshed; I chose the latter. Love can make a person be trash or special. And I chose the latter.

Love can teach us many lessons. I experienced that I hate the thought itself and even questioned its existence. I have seen it as synonym of hate. I even cursed anyone who feels it. Well, sorry guys.

Love is happiness. In math, Love = happiness, like 1 + 0.3 + 0.7 = 2. We can see it in different ways, but they will always be the same. 

It has been one year since I learned that everything are made up of love. And to her, the 20+ missed calls I received that night? I knew, that is made up of love :P