Have any of you out there ever thought about what sort of lover you would most likely be? The highly boring and pragmatic one or the absolutely romantic to the point of being impractical? Relationships often start off nice, but quite a lot of work is needed from both parties to keep it going in the long run; most importantly perhaps is the commitment to one another.

What exactly is Love? An inexplainable fondness (for lack of a better word) for someone or something built upon an irrational emotion. But this could easily be taken as infatuation as well izzit it? Seems rather hard to put your finger on this.

Most of us spend our early years hoping that as we go on in life, we would meet the Right person that we would want to spend our lives with. What if you never did, or you missed him/her in this sea of humans? It certainly would be nice to have someone to share your joys with and be with you while you are down and out instead of having to be strong all the time to face the elements that life would throw in our path.

Just musing... pardon me if the above text seems a bit dis-jointed. I'm rather much in a dazed having just got back home after a really long day (nothin much to do with sch which only took 2 hrs even though its the first day of sch).

解开我最神秘的等待
星星坠落风在吹动
终于再将你拥入怀中
两颗心颤抖
相信我不变的真心
千年等待有我承诺
无论经过多少的寒冬
我决不放手

每一夜被心痛穿
越思念永没有终点
早习惯了孤独像随
我微笑面对
相信我我选择等待
再多苦痛也不闪躲
只有你的温柔能解救
无边的冷漠