the word called love.
Someone said we could grow love like how we nurture a peach tree from seed.
But I said, it's so time consuming and what're the chances of it blooming? What if it never bloom?
We can only watch over the seedling with a prayer. Hoping for a miracle.
Hope. Is that the real reason why we're growing love? The hope that one day the fruit from the tree of love will unfold the secret of love and unroll the map of future. Will our lives be intertwined?
Perhaps the moment of epiphany when we hold the sacred fruit in our palms already justify the wait. Love in the city is a vision that we can all do with.
The City Dictionary. Does the word 'love' still exist in this world?If we're willing to take a leap and plunge into the unknown; if we're willing to gamble our youth on a seed that may not grow. Then perhaps, the girl above will find love in the myriad of words.
After which, the question is "What is love?" Do you have the answer to that?
After which, the question is "What is love?" Do you have the answer to that?
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