My Grief, My Sorrow…

Salam.

When I have to decide, I always follow my heart. It’s like my heart is my first thoughts. Doing something based on my own instinct. And most of the time, my instinct is definitely accurate. Then, when I’ve already decided on something, I have to bear with its following consequences. But far from regrets, I’ve never ever sighs. Live with my decision for the rest of my life.

But, some peoples happen to suffer from my decision. I don’t know why they have to do this. It’s always being the bigger question here. Why peoples always turn their back against me? In any way, they will try to keep me low.

No matter what they say about love, I keep coming back for more. Put my hands in the fire, sooner or later I will get what I’m asking for. I will have no regret upon this matter. Challenges only make me stronger. But to surrender, that just not my way.

A great love story is in the making, I shall say. Soon, you have to believe that true love does exist.

:: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? ::