Love

In the silence of the room, as I listen to The Rose by Westlife my head wonders off to a place that only I can imagine. Why do we search for love? Why do we hunger for them? Why is it called a need in our lives? Nobody can answer them. You want love from someone, but how does it feel like to seek love from someone and received them from somebody else. It feels like your heart has been stab and you are torn between angry, stupidity and confuse. Like a wrong step has been taken and you can't go on until you figure them out.
Sometimes in a crowded room I can sense everything that is surrounding me. Happiness among friends, sadness among friends, lovers in love, and pretenders that pretend they don't have a problem like I am. Yet my smile never wither though my head runs through things that needs to be done. Living in the present is important and enjoying them with friends is great. However, it is always going to be there, that problem which lingers in your mind.
During that time you would think about love. The love you felt among your family and among your friends. So different that you began to realise the power of a family's love and the specialty of friends love.
I have been here for almost a month and I began to realise the hardship. So many things to tell and so many things to say. But I will let you know soon.