love and reason

maybe i love without reason. i am never really one who uses her head over her heart when it comes to love, loving and living. and i believe i am never different at all.

many times, i saw women who literally wear their hearts out on a sleeve. and many times i saw them torn into pieces and when they try to mend back what was broken, a part from the shattered hearts and broken dreams seem to not fit anymore. and so, they end up not whole, scarred. but they remained beautiful.

the women in my life who matters are the kind who tried to love the best way they knew how. kindred spirits, most of them, and they love like there is just no other day to even care to save some love for tomorrow. they got bruised, day in and out, and still continued on for loving is what sets them apart from the ones who thought love brings magic and music and bells.

the ones who say love lasts forever turn their backs to the truth of having just a lifetime to spend.
but i dont have to know what love is to really love and live. all i know is that love restrains, seldom liberates, a person. because if love is just there to free us all, nothing would be left for the arms to hold on, no more shoulders for those tears to fall on to.

but there is no explaining. i love with no reason. i just love. i love you. because i do.