Sometimes we forget how much we love each other.
Sometimes we forget why we love each other.
Saying the three words, I Love You, sure is something.
To some people, it's annoying to have those three words being said every time. They say; It'll lost its meaning if they were being said so many times, in a day, in an hour, in a minute.
To some people, it's suffocating. Like there this HUGE responsibility tagging along with it, whenever they were being said.
To some people, it's needless to say, it's understood.
When actually, those three words, are not even enough to describe the love we have for one another.
I can feel all the little hearts around me are lacking of love. They are trying their best in their own, personal little world, and are not getting what they think they should get.
Some hearts, flailing, almost losing hope.
Some hearts, trying to stay strong, not giving up.
Some hearts, fight, with full force.
What might sound like a small trouble to some, is a big trouble to some.
And vice-versa.
Just for you to hold on to stay wherever you are, when you can't move at all, when you can't do anything;
in a storm.
Whenever you need em.
And if you have one, you are the (most) luckiest person in the whole wide world. Even the person with 6 Ferraris and 10 private islands can't beat you.
No they can't.
And now, the dedication of love.
To my sister Hamizah, I shall be your Anchor.
Hang on, now.
Fight.
p.s. I shall not be embarrassed to admit it, to say it every time.
