Love is when you think of her happiness more, and think of yours less...

When God closes the door, He opens a window...

Love is not like that. When love struck you for the first time, it always felt eternity. No more

doors to close, no more windows to open. You are trapped in a room with ONLY ONE DOOR. And if that door closes, it's either you were inside, waiting for another person to open the door for

you, or you were outside, alone in the blistering cold of the world. In either way, you feel empty, trying hard to remember that love is nothing but a room, with its only door, closed.

When you love, every little piece of your time is forever. You long to see her, feel every moment that you were together. Wishing that you will be together for the rest of your lives. But love is not just a piece of cake.

Love, nowadays, is only for those who are genetically and financially gifted. You cannot be loved if you're not that tall. You cannot be loved if you're not that good-looking. You cannot be loved if your not that cool. And most of all, you cannot be loved if you do not have the money. But somehow, you should be thankful that you can love someone, without receiving any. That is the best gift anyone can receive, the ability to give something so pure without expecting any in return.

It's hard to fight for the love you have kept for so long if the consequences are great. It's hard to say you love someone if something is at risk. It's hard to choose between a lifetime friendship and a sometime-long relationship.

I once heard in the radio, you must be proud (or at least happy) if you have been dumped or busted by someone. Well at least, that someone chose you to be her friend, someone to be kept for the rest of her life.

It's painful to see your love with the guy he once loved. It's painful to hear her exchanging i-love-you's with somebody. But, you have no right to feel that way. You should be happy because she's happy. Even in the expense of yours. For love is when you think of her happiness more and think of yours less.

I once thought about the differences between human beings. Other animals look much like each other. A golden retriever is a golden retriever. But human beings are not. You can pinpoint differences in every Filipino but you cannot do that to every golden retrievers in the world. Those differences gave meaning to love. Love is all about the physical. Love cannot bloom between two people who do not fit its physical criteria.

Only two animals practice sex for pleasure. The human beings and the dolphins. But dolphins are dolphins. They do not have much differences for you to say that this dolphin is the dolphin that you'll be spending your life with. Why can't human beings disregard physical differences and settle for the one who makes them smile? For physical things fade and the smile do not. Physical things cannot bring life to you when you are sad, the happiness he gives to you can.

That is because life is just unfair. You cannot have everything.

You love hoping that you'll be loved back. But some things always got in the way. You love her, she loves him, and he loves her. No one else gets hurt but you. But you are the luckiest because you chose to give than to receive.

Love is sweetest to those who were never loved. For they know no boundaries. For they know that love doesn't stop until they have given their all. For the sun will shine and will set until the end of time, just like love.

When she says your cute, or when she gives you thank-you's, you are the happiest person in the world. And you're friends tease you for you always give meaning to the smallest words she give to you. Why not? For that is the only time when you FEEL she notices you, even just by giving meaning to her WORDS, even by FEELING her every WORDS, even if all of those really mean NOTHING to her.

You just wish for the time when you're train starts to run. You just hope for your turn. You always love. You just wait to be loved. Love is the key to your happiness. But love is always riding trains, and you're train isn't running.