L. O. V. E.

When you fall in love with someone, you don't only fall for that person. You also fall in love with his eyes lovingly telling you the words that mouths couldn't speak, with his lips pressed unto yours, the sound of his voice that always feels like home, with his arms around you gently squeezing on your ribcage, with his beauty, with his soul.

But then again, you don't only fall in love with these things as well. You also fall in love with the places you both went to, the streets you walked on, with the movies you watched, the music you constantly listen to. You fall in love with every cafe, with every food, with every flowers he had given you. You fall in love with his family, with his home, every corner of his room.

You fall in love with his laughs and his frowns, with his strengths and his weaknesses, with all his flaws.

And when you fall in love with everything, you become a bit selfish. You'd wish you'd own them, him, his family, every places, every movie and music, you wish you'd both be the only ones who would own every memory you created. But that won't be possible. A lot of people would go to the places you both love, millions will listen and watch your favorite music and movies. And he; you only hold a piece of him. And he was a thousand pieces held by thousands of people he meets.

You could fall in love with one person and fall in love with everything about him at the same time but you could never own a single thing. So fall in love with your arms and palms wide open. For when it's time a little something have to be let go, it would soar freely into a place where it's supposed to be.