One more day, I was sitting the whole night before computer thinking, working, sleeping, eating, dreaming, crying, bla bla bla... My thoughts went through a flashback as I tried to remember who I used to be a few years ago? I was never so serious, goal-oriented, take it as it comes attitude lad. But somewhere down the stream, It was meant to change. Not that I wanted to, but that is what we call destiny. And now look at me, writing here about my life experiences; past, present & future...

And that brings me to the point. I wonder what causes us to write about our experiences in love. Is it the love or the pain or the wait that we have to go through. Is it really that great a feeling. I don't think so. But isn't it interesting that some people say that that first love is enough for a lifetime to remember and all you remember are the thoughts that you would have wanted to share otherwise; you know, with that someone special. It makes me think, dream, live those wicked thoughts, but can not agree on what is more beautiful... the love, the pain or the never-ending wait...