Love ..

.. where you would prefer to live through roughest phases just because there’s that one person to hold your hand through. The scars of tough life would seem less scary and painful than the scar of letting that person go. That’s the kind of love is worth the efforts and worth the rough yet happily ever after.
— Janice Collins.



It was the salty smell of wet sand she missed,
It was the nights spent at the shore with millions stars over her she missed,
It was the running along the shore and soaking her feet was what she missed,
Yet above all she missed the hand she held while watching the sun set over the loud waves she was still wanted.