Viaggio in Islanda

It's so funny to see when the love start to grow. It was sprinkle at your tummy and the feeling of missing that one person even you were just a part for seconds. How that person can turn your tears to smile, how that cloudy dark storm were wiped by bright sun shine. It's so funny when we remember the first time the love grows... It's was so funny...

That first moment mostly have a similar story and feelings but the next chapter is definitely can be different in each love story. Some story will be closed with a happily ever after ending, or it could less lucky with a minor pain, or complicated relationship, or the worst it will be ended by a very unforgettable hurting love story... Surely, everyone will choose to be the lucky one whose living the next chapter with an endless happy life forever...

The happy life itself actually not all of it have the smooth way to go. Many of it needs extra patient to reach that happy point. Only those who have big heart and full of forgiveness will ever reach that point. Indeed, it will never easy unless it was done by sincerity.

Sometimes we met people who accidentally caused that sprinkles in our tummy. Unfortunately, these people were not come in the perfect time. Whether it is too late for us because we already have a lover, or too late for them coz they already have someone else. Sometime we can control our feeling by letting it go and try to forget them, but mostly we don't want to waste that feeling just like that, so we take chances to at least let them know how we feel and just see what will happen next with its consequences. Those two options is not good for us of course, but there is still an option which nominated as the worst but still many people choose this option. It is to show a bit how we care about them but still force ourselves to build a fence to keep our heart and their heart safe. But actually, this scene is totally not saving anyone but it's only put more burden coz we know what we feel about each other but we choose not to extremely say it out loud. We just keep it inside in silent. So, it's more like crying without letting the tears out or laughing with flat expression. Isn't it harder???

As a woman, sometimes we have no choice or we choose not to have choices but just follow where the river flow... Just follow what our man have select for us then play their game... Yes, it's ironic and that's the role I always choose...