I’ve always wondered why being in love is often associated with flying.
I’ve spent so much time thinking about what they could possibly have in common with each other.
Maybe because being in love is both thrilling and terrifying all at the same.
I mean, that pretty much sums up how it feels when you’re flying.
The exhilaration of being up so high, but knowing that there’s always a chance that you could crash and burn.
It wasn’t too different when it came to you.
I was so fearful and still am sometimes, but I couldn’t help myself from wanting to find out where you would take me.
Feels like I’ve been all over the place with you already, but we both know we still have the rest of the world to explore.
Sure, there may be turbulence along the way but it’s there to remind us of what can happen.
I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be here day and night, rain or shine, holding your hand through it all.
Because with you, the ride doesn’t seem so bad.
And to be honest, there’s no other feeling like it.
Happy Valentine’s Day, my beloved Melissa Carungcong.
July 5th, 2011 to destination: Unknown
One real rose + six paper folded roses = Seven
Seven months so far and still so many more roses to come.
