I've been thinking. A lot.

Somehow, the mixed emotions that overwhelm me now seem to resemble those that foreshadowed my love fiasco last year and yet in all its entirety, it draws me closer with each passing minute. I long to speak about it to  others, a proclamation of my deep affection that tempers with the vulnerable momentum of life.

And don't we all long for love? It really doesn't matter how old or young you are, because love is a natural process. As one matures, one's comprehension of it only deepens, alongside the desire and burning passion. Dreams can only do so much and sometimes, we don't want to wake up from them. There are so many touching love stories that strike a chord with us and yet sometimes, all we ever long for is to be the one living out that romantic tale, rather than reading about it.

And just sometimes, I dream about those. The surreal lifestyle that wanders and looms beside reality; it is like the silhouette that chases from behind but when we turn around to confront it, it disappears. Building castles in the air, the aroma of love and paradoxical statements; love is truly an enigma in which no amount of vocabulary is suffice in decoding it.

I embrace and I yearn.

Where art thou, Juliet?