Love Is What You Are

Every now and then I think about leaving my house to go somewhere, I end up staying at home. It’s a comfy place I would not leave because all the memories about home made me feel alive. I don’t say that I never got out of this place, not because I wouldn’t but because there’re so many other memories attached all around the city that made me crave to feel happier. The happiest place for me now is my bed. I sleep there. And I love to sleep. But there’re of course many other things that I love as well. For example a long walk by myself or conversations over a cup of coffee with my best friend. Wherever I go I leave a mark, the marks that will attached to my heart and soul so I will never forget how I end up living at home with my family.

All my life I have been wandering around trying to seek for true love, the search went far and I haven’t found that yet. But after going through some major crisis in life I figure out that true love is something you are not something you find.