(This is not a Valentine composition. This is more to a personal script that I am going to give to Riva, someday)
When we talk about love, it can surely lead us to many kinds of definition.
As for this moment, in this specific era where we often misread between issues in the real world and in the digital land, love can mean anything.
Love, nowadays, has been established into something more sophisticated.
Love is not only about sharing the same care feeling and happiness to our partner.
Love is not only about showing the same enthusiasm with her towards something.
Love is not only about asking to pick up her somewhere after the office hour.
Love is not only about taking her to the doctor when she needs it the most.
But, love is also the disenchantment that you bring when she did something impolite.
Love is also the regret that pop up in your mind for not telling her that she is guilty on something.
Love consists of one reckless action as a result of how panic you are when she was outside and did not reply your text for more than four hours.
The way you say no to her mother because you disagree with her on something, that is love.
The way you feel ashamed to her for always doing the same mistake over and over again, that is love.
The way you ignore her suggestion not to play soccer at night because you will have your morning shift on the next day, and you regret it eventually, that is love.
The way you being self-centered for most of the time, because you value your moment with her too preciously, that is love.
And honey, the way you did something very risky, and you surely know that she doesn’t like it, but you have to do it because you put your relationship at stake, that is also love.
Love can be cruel, dangerous, but mesmerizing at the same time.
So, I guess it is better than feel nothing at all.
A Virtue 