Ah love, that thing called love <3 Love is when Mama still fixes my baon for school even when I'm 31. Love is when Papa drives his trisikad from home to school just to make sure I am safe. Love is when Maxxi and Cookie wiggle their tails and just smell and kiss me when I'm finally home. Love is the laughter and tears and stories and fries and ketchup shared by friends. Love is when my student gives her sweetest smile for a new dish she's cooked. Love is when I wake up knowing that there is a God that sees the beauty in my imperfections. Love is when I can't stop thinking about him even if I'm not with him. Love is loving myself and just giving love to others no matter what time of day. Love is...I can't really explain. But I can feel it like air.
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Maam thank you for your amazing words. It gives light on the various definition of love. Though it could be explained in various ways. Love still depends on the person holding on it. Whether he/she will keep it for himself/herself or if that love will be shared to the world.