Love Means

If we know what love is.
Do you know exactly what is it?
Me?
Love is something make me force my self to be a stupid brave girl in this day, next day, and next day. And it will make me smile to face the day.
Sometimes it make me sleep under the sky lullaby, make my sleep too tight and wake me up with a empty feeling of it.
Love is something burn me into a dust, blow me into a far away land and make that dust disappear in a wet wet wet rainy night.
It makes me laugh sometimes, but it often makes me cry.
It calls me in a middle of the night and make me realize that I just dreamed about him.
Maybe I'm too naive.
I force my self to wait, but somebody doesn't realize to come just to see me. Even that somebody doesn't know that I am exist.
That's love for me.
A fool feeling, but it's a give from HIM.
I never regret to have it, I never curse it.
I just thanks for it.
I just know I need more patient to face it, more smile to handle it, more brave to hug this feeling.
Maybe the ocean just too deep, maybe the sky is too high, but I'm still here, lying beside your heart. :)