Chapter 1
Love is...a field of roses. You walked along the path of red silk, clothes tattered and legs scratched. But you didn't mind, who cares about pain when you can feel free and satisfied by the view before you? With every pain you groaned; with every tears you shed; with every blood you spill; the roses will carry them fore you. And in the meantime, only to grow into a large, beautiful, blood red rose, with a stem so strong and roots so firm.
Love is...a field of wheat. "So plain, so dull" say others, but oh so little do they know. The wheat love have provide, is enough to fill your empty stomach for an eternity. The drink that were brewed and sold in the market, gave you and your loved ones a stable life in your tiny cottage. You feel content, grateful as the wind peppered little kisses on your face, the grass beneath you grazed upon your ankle; you watched as the sun shone above the horizon, and you stared out onto the field of gold, whilst embracing the warmth of the Earth.
Love is...a sandy beach. You sat there, all alone, the sound of waves splashing against rocks can be heard. The warm sand slipping through the in between of your fingers, colliding onto the ground, creating mini puffs of glittery clouds. Suddenly, the sky darkened, a storm emitted from the core of your heart, but you can't leave, you have to stay. The rain poured as lightning struck, thunder boomed and echoed, the Earth shook, but you sat there, waiting. After what felt like forever, the sky finally cleared. You are once again at peace, seagulls squawking happily afar. Beside you, you picked up a cone shell washed up ashore, and as you listened, the melody of the ocean replayed like a memory.
Love is...a coffee shop. You watched as the evening rain drizzled outside, passersby shivering as they walk down the alley. And for the infinite time, you sigh in content, cheeks cold, heart warm. You took a sip of your drink, not necessarily coffee, but something with mild scalding will do. You closed the book you were reading, taking a whiff at the smell of freshly baked croissants, you savored and buried yourself into the instrumental music played on the background. A shiny object, actually, a set of china, polished so finely and shimmer like gold under the yellow lights, have caught your eye. The design was quite exquisite, very unique, you can't seem to establish the right words to describe it. So, solemnly, you can only store and imprint the image in your mind. The bells of the door chimed whenever a customer enters the shop, creating a harmonious lullaby that will forever bring you joy. And you smiled at that thought.
Love is...like running. Everyday, you run like your life depended on it. You run as fast as you can, trying to keep up with the pace, but at some point, you'll get tired, so please remember to slow down. You run for yourself, you yourself is your value and target, everyone else's thoughts doesn't matter, their words doesn't count. You won't let your conscious and fear conquer you and pull you away from your success. You let your heart slowly guide you, it's okay to stop once in awhile, as long as you continue fighting for your own, no matter what pace, you will reach there.
Love is...forgiving, accepting. Love is letting go of grudges. Hatred may be strong, but are willing to let it engraved into yourself? Will the cause of your hatred, be affected by your actions and response? The pain, is it really worth it? It's time to let go, you said. And with that, you open your mind, let the hatred drained from your soul, whilst your heart feeling incredibly lighter. You've accepted and forgave, and that's what matters.
Love is...everything. Love is the extra bonus you received from your boss for your hard work; Love is that tiny yellow flower that bloomed on the sidewalk; Love is the food you shared with your friends; Love is the smile you give to every stranger; Love is freeing yourself; Love is changing for the better; Love is you and me, and as i say these words, know that even though i don't know you. i value you.
{Hello everyone! For those who don't know, this is a book about love (lmao, then what is it? Poop?) I specifically wrote this in hopes it'll make your day. :))) Although the main point was suppose to be about self love, I understand that if some of you prefer to take this as a book about romantic love, sibling love, motherly love etc. etc. I myself like to believe I wrote this book for all kinds of love. \(^-^)/
I hope you all have a great day and feel free to re-read this book when you're down. XD Also, I would like to tell you how great you're doing right now, and regardless of your gender, age, race and beliefs, either you're an alien or a potato reading this, I hope you'll live a happy and fulfilling life, and remember that I, the author, treasure you. :D
